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Then by there came twa gentlemen,
At twelve o’clock at night,
And they could noither see house nor hauld,
Nor coal nor candle light.
“Now whether is this a rich man’s house?
Or whether is this a poor?”
But ne’er word wad one of them speak,
For barring of the door.
And first they ate the white puddings,
And then they ate the black;
Tho’ muckle thought the gudewife to hersey
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 broo,
That boils into she pan?”
O up then started our gudeman,
An angry man was he;
