III
‘My hand is in my hussyfskap,
Goodman, as ye may see;
An’ it shou’dna be barr’d this hundred year,
It’s no be barr’d for me’
IV
They made a paction ’tween them twa,
They made it firm and sure,
That the first word whae’er shou’d speak,
Shou’d rise and bar the door.
V
Then by there came two gentlemen,
At twelve o’ clock at night,
And they could neither see house nor hall,
Nor coal nor candle-light.
VI
‘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 barring of the door.
VII
And first they ate the white puddings,
And then they ate the black.
Tho’ muckle thought the goodwife to hersel’
Yet ne’er a word she spake.