My hand is in my hussykap,
Goodman as you may see,
And it should not be barred this hundred year,
It's not be barred for me.
They made a paction tween them two,
They made it firm and shore,
That the first word what eer should speak,
Should rise and bar the door.
Then by there came two 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 neer a word was ane o them spake,
For barring of the door.
And first they ate the white puddings,
And then they ate the black,
Tho muckle thought the goodwife to herself,
Yet neer a word she spake.
Then said the one unto the other,
"Here, man, take ye my knife,
Do ye take off the old man's beard,
And I'll kiss the goodwife."
"But ther's no water in the house,
And what shall we do than?"
"What ails ye at the pudding-broo,
That boils in the pan?"
O up then started our goodman.
An angry man was he,
"Will ye kiss my wife before my eye,
And scald me with pudding-bree?"
Then up and started our goodwife,
Gave three skips on the floor.
"Goodman, you've spoken the foremost word,
Get up and bar the door".
Get Up and Bar the Door
It fell about the Martinmas time,
And a gay time it was than,
When our goodwife got puddings to make.
And she boiled them in the pan.
The wind so cold blew south and north,
And blew into the floor,
Quoth our goodman to our goodwife,
Go out and bar the door.