5
GET UP AND BAR THE DOOR.
It fell upon a Martinmas time,
And a gay timo it was then,
When our goodwife got puddings to make,
And she boil’d them in a pan.
The wind sae cauld blew south and north.
And blew into the floor,
Quoth our goodman to our goodwife,
Get up and bar the door.
My hand is in my hussy’s skap,
Goodman as you may see,
An’ it should na be barr’d this hundred year,
It’s no be barr’d for me.
They made a paction ’tween them twa,
They made it firm and sure,
That the first word whae’er should speak,
Should rise and bar the door
Then by there came 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 would ane o’ them speak,
