Barring o' the Door/Barrin' o' the Door
SONGS.
Barrin' o' the Door.
It fell about the Martinmas time.and a gay time it was thanWhen our gudewife had puddings to mak.and she boiled them in the pan.
The wind blew cauld frae north to south,and blew into the floor; Quoth our gudeman to our gudewife,"get up and bar the door"
My band is in my huss'f's skapgudeman, as ye may see,An' it shouldna be be barr'd this hunder yearIt's ne be barr'd for me.
They made a paction 'tween them twaThey made it firm and sure,Wha'er should speak the foremost wordwould rise and bar the door.
Then by there came two gentlemenat twelve o'clok at night,and they could neither see house nor hallNor coal no, candle light.
Now whether is this a rioh man's house,Or wether it it a poorBut never a word wad ane o' them speakFor barring o' the door.
And first they ate the white puddings,and then they ate the black;Though 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'll kiss the guidwife.
But there s nae water in the houseand what shall we do than?What ails ye at the pudding-broo,That boils into the pan.
O then up started our gudeman,and an angry man was he,Will ye kiss my wife before my een,and scad me wi' pudding-bree.
Then up and started our guidwife,Gied three skips on the floor:Gudeman ye've spoke the foremost word,Get up and bar the door.