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  Whose spirit undaunted would never yet yield,
 * To a foe, to a pension or place, Sir;

Gratitude here, toasts to the Peer, Who adds to his title the brave Volunteer,. [sic]

fell about the Martinmas time,
 * And a gay time it was then,

When our goodwife got puddings to make,
 * And she boil’d them in a pan.

The wind sae cauld blew south and north,
 * And blew into the floor;

Quoth our gudemas to our gudewife,
 * “Get up and bar the door.”

“My hand is in my hussyf’skap,
 * Goodman, as you may see,

An it should na be barr’d this hundred year,
 * It’s no be bared for me.”

They made a paction ’tween them twa,
 * They made it firm and sure;

That the first word wha’er should speak,
 * Should rise and bar the door.