And first they ate the white puddings,
And syne they ate the black;
Muckle thought the gudewife to hersell,
Yet ne'er a word she spak.

Then ane unto the ither said,

"Here, man tak ye my knife;

Do ye tak off the auld man's beard,
And I'll kiss the gudewife.”

"But there's na water in the house,
And what shall we do than?"
"What ails ye at the pudding bree
That boils into the pan?"

O up then started our gudeman,
An angry man was he;

"Will ye kiss my wife before my een,
And scaud me wi' pudding bree?"