Then by there came two gentlemen
at twelve o'clok at night,
and they could neither'see house nor hall
Nor coal no, candle lights out.
Now whether is this a rioh man's house,
Or wether it it a poor
But never a word wad ane o'them speaks
For barring o' the door.
And first they ate the white puddings,
and then they ate the black;
Thou muckle thought the guidwife to hersel,
Yet ne'er a word she spak.
Then sald the one unto the other,
Here, man, tak ye my knife,
Do ye tak afl the auld man's beard,
and I'd kiss the guidwife.
But there snae water in the house
and what shall we do than?
What ails ye at the pudding-broo,
That boils into the pan.
O then up started our gudeman, and it
and an angry man was he,
Will ye kiss my wife before my een,
and scad me wi' pudding-bree.
