{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch275.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch275.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch275.htm","text":"275A.1 IT fell about the Martinmas time,\nAnd a gay time it was then,\nWhen our goodwife got puddings to make,\nAnd she\u2019s boild them in the pan.\n275A.2 The wind sae cauld blew south and north,\nAnd blew into the floor;\nQuoth our goodman to our goodwife,\n\u2018Gae out and bar the door.\u2019\n275A.3 hand is in my hussyfskap,\nGoodman, as ye may see;\nAn it shoud nae be barrd this hundred year,\nIt\u2019s no be barrd for me.\u2019\n275A.4 y made a paction tween them twa,\nThey made it firm and sure,\nThat the first word whaeer shoud speak,\nShoud rise and bar the door.\n275A.5 Then by there came two gentlemen,\nAt twelve o clock at night,\nAnd they could neither see house nor hall,\nNor coal nor candle-light.\n275A.6 \u2018Now whether is this a rich man\u2019s house,\nOr whether is it a poor?\u2019\nBut neer a word wad ane o them speak,\nFor barring of the door.\n275A.7 And first they ate the white puddings,\nAnd then they ate the black;\nTho muckle thought the goodwife to hersel,\nYet neer a word she spake.\n275A.8 Then said the one unto the other,\n\u2018Here, man, tak ye my knife;\nDo ye tak aff the auld man\u2019s beard,\nAnd I\u2019ll kiss the goodwife.\u2019\n275A.9 \u2018But there\u2019s nae water in the house,\nAnd what shall we do than?\u2019\n\u2018What ails ye at the pudding-broo,\nThat boils into the pan?\u2019\n275A.10 O up then started our goodman,\nAn angry man was he:\n\u2018Will ye kiss my wife before my een,\nAnd scad me wi pudding-bree?\u2019\n275A.11 Then up and started our goodwife,\nGied three skips on the floor:\n\u2018Goodman, you\u2019ve spoken the foremost word,\nGet up and bar the door.\u2019\n275B: Get Up and Bar the Door\n275B.1 THERE leeved a wee man at the fit o yon hill,\nJohn Blunt it was his name, O\nAnd he selld liquor and ale o the best,\nAnd bears a wondrous fame. O\nTal lara ta lilt, tal lare a lilt,\nTal lara ta lilt, tal lara\n275B.2 The wind it blew frae north to south,\nIt blew into the floor;\nSays auld John Blunt to Janet the wife,\nYe maun rise up and bar the door.\n275B.3 \u2018My hans are in my husseyskep,\nI canna weel get them free,\nAnd if ye dinna bar it yersel\nIt\u2019ll never be barred by me.\u2019\n275B.4 They made it up atween them twa,\nThey made it unco sure,\nThat the ane that spoke the foremost word\nWas to rise and bar the door.\n275B.5 There was twa travellers travelling late,\nWas travelling cross the muir,\nAnd they cam unto wee John Blunt\u2019s,\nJust by the light o the door.\n275B.6 \u2018O whether is this a rich man\u2019s house,\nOr whether is it a puir?\u2019\nBut never a word would the auld bodies speak,\nFor the barring o the door.\n275B.7 First they bad good een to them,\nAnd syne they bad good morrow;\nBut never a word would the auld bodies speak,\nFor the barring o the door, O.\n275B.8 First they ate the white puddin,\nAnd syne they ate the black,\nAnd aye the auld wife said to hersel,\nMay the deil slip down wi that!\n275B.9 And next they drank o the liquor sea strong,\nAnd syne they drank o the yill:\n\u2018And since we hae got a house o our ain\nI\u2019m sure we may tak our fill.\u2019\n275B.10 It\u2019s says the ane unto the ither,\nHere, man, tak ye my knife,\nAn ye\u2019ll scrape aff the auld man\u2019s beard,\nWhile I kiss the gudewife.\n275B.11 \u2018Ye hae eaten my meat, ye hae drucken my drink,\nYe\u2019d make my auld wife a whore!\u2019\n\u2018John Blunt, ye hae spoken the foremost word,\nYe maun rise up and bar the door.\u2019\n275C: Get Up and Bar the Door\n275C.1 THERE livd a man in yonder glen,\nAnd John Blunt was his name; O\nHe maks gude maut and he brews gude ale,\nAnd he bears a wondrous fame. O\n275C.2 The wind blew in the hallan ae night,\nFu snell out oer the moor;\n\u2018Rise up, rise up, auld Luckie,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Rise up, and bar the door.\u2019\n275C.3 They made a paction tween them twa,\nThey made it firm and sure,\nWhaeer sud speak the foremost word\nShould rise and bar the door.\n275C.4 Three travellers that had tint their gate,\nAs thro the hills they foor,\nThey airted by the line o light\nFu straught to Johnie Blunt\u2019s door.\n275C.5 They haurld auld Luckie out o her bed\nAnd laid her on the floor,\nBut never a word auld Luckie wad say,\nFor barrin o the door.\n275C.6 \u2018Ye\u2019ve eaten my bread, ye hae druken my ale,\nAnd ye\u2019ll mak my auld wife a whore!\u2019\n\u2018A ha, Johnie Blunt! ye hae spoke the first word,\nGet up and bar the door.\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 275. Get Up and Bar the Door","type":"page"}