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 And airted by the line o' light,
 * Made straight to Johnnie's door.

Now whether is this a rich man's house,
 * Or whether is it a poor?

But ne'er a word wad ane o' them speak,
 * For the barring of the door.

And first they ate the white puddings,
 * And syne they ate the black:

O muckle thought our gudewife to hersel,
 * But ne'er a word she spake.

The young ane to the auld ane said,
 * Hero, man, take ye my knife,

And gang and shave the gudeman's beard,
 * While I kiss the gudewife.

But there's nae water in the house,
 * And what shall I do than?

What ails yo at the pudding broo,
 * That's simmering in the pan?

O, up then started our gudeman,
 * An angry man was hem

Will ye kiss my wife afore my face,
 * And scaud me wi' pudding bree,

An' up an' started our gudewife,
 * Gae three skips o'er the floor,

Gudeman, ye've spoke the foremost word,
 * Get up and bar the door