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 Then by there came two gentlemen at twelve o'clok at night, and they could neither'see house nor hall Nor coal no, candle lights out.

Now whether is this a rioh man's house, Or wether it it a poor But never a word wad ane o'them speaks For barring o' the door.

And first they ate the white puddings, and then they ate the black; Thou 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'd kiss the guidwife.

But there snae water in the house and what shall we do than? What ails ye at the pudding-broo, That boils into the pan.

O then up started our gudeman, and it and an angry man was he, Will ye kiss my wife before my een, and scad me wi' pudding-bree.