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 Ye'll wonder what cane o' this wee, wee man,
 * Fiddledum, faddledum, fee, fee, fee;

He bought a green coat-an' to fairy lan' ran,
 * An' now he is king o' that countrie.

There dwalt a man on Crawford moor,
 * And John Blunt was his name;

Ile made gude maut, and brew'd gude ale,
 * And bore a wondrous fame.

Now it fell upon a Martinmas time,
 * And a gay time it was than,

That Johnie's wife had puddings to make,
 * And she boil'd them in the pan.

The wind swept cauld frae north to south,
 * And blew into the floor;

Quoth our gudeman to our gudewife,
 * Get up and bar the door.

My hand is in my husewife-cap,
 * Gudeman as ye may see;

If its no barr'd this hunder year,
 * It's no be barr'd by me.

They made a paction 'tween then twa,
 * A paction firm and sure,

Whoever spoke the foremost word,
 * Should rise and bar the door.

Twa travellers had tint their gate,
 * As o'er the hills they foor,