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That the first word wha'er should speak,
Should rise and bar the door.

Then by there come twa gentlemen,
At twelve o'clock at night,
And they could neither see house nor hall,
Nor coal nor candle light.

"Now whether is this a rich man's house?
Or whether is it a poor?"
But ne'er a word wad ane o' them speak,
For barring of the door

And first they ate the white puddings,
And then they ate the black;
Tho' muckle thought the goodwife to hersel',
Yet ne'er a word she spak

Then said the one unto the other,
"Here, man take my knife,
Do ye tak aff the auld man's beard,
And I'll kiss the goodwife"

"But there's nae water in the house,
And what shall we do then?"
"What ails ye at the pudding bree,
That boils into the pan ?"