Ite fell about the Martinmas time,
And a gay time it was then,
When our goodwife got puddings to make,
And she’s boil’d them in the pan.
The wind sae cauld blew south and north,
And blew into the floor;
Quoth our Goodman to our goodwife,
“Gae out and bar the door.” -
“My hand is in my hussyfskap.
Goodman, as ye may see,
An’ it shou’dna be barr’d this
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