It fell about the Martinmas time
And a gay time it was then o
That our good wife had puddings to make
And she boiled them in the pan o

The wind blew cold from East and North
And blew into the floor o
Quoth our good man to our good wife
Get up and bar the door o

My hand is in my hussyfskap
Good man, as you may see o
And if it be barred this hundred years
It'll not be barred by me o

They made the pact between the two
They made it firm and sure o
Whoever should speak the very first word
Should rise and bar the door o

Then by and came two gentlemen
At twelve o'clock at night o
And they could see that in the house
No coal nor candle light o

Oh, have we here a rich man's house
Or have we here a poor o?
But never a word would the old couple speak
For the barring of the door o

So first they ate the white puddings
And then they ate the black o
And muckle thought the good wife herself
But ne'er a word she spoke o

Then one unto the other did say
Here man, take ye my knife o
Do ye take off the old man's beard
And I'll kiss his good wife o

But there's no water in the house
And what shall we do then o?
What ails ye at the pudding broth
That boils in yonder pan o
Oh up then started our good man
And an angry man was he o
Well ya kissed me wife before me eyes
And scald me with pudding broth o

Oh up then started our good wife
Gave three skips on the floor o
Good man ye have spake the very first word
Get up and bar the door o