Johnson's Museum, IV, 376, No 365, 1792. Contributed
by Robert Burns.
| 1 |
There livd a man in yonder glen,
And John Blunt was his name; O
He maks gude maut and he brews gude ale,
And he bears a wondrous fame. O |
| 2 |
The wind blew in the hallan ae night,
Fu snell out oer the moor;
'Rise up, rise up, auld Luckie,' he says,
'Rise up, and bar the door.' |
| 3 |
They made a paction tween them twa,
They made it firm and sure,
Whaeer sud speak the foremost word
Should rise and bar the door. |
| 4 |
Three travellers that had tint their gate,
As thro the hills they foor,
They airted by the line o light
Fu straught to Johnie Blunt's door. |
| 5 |
They haurld auld Luckie out o her bed
And laid her on the floor,
But never a word auld Luckie wad say,
For barrin o the door. |
| 6 |
'Ye've eaten my bread, ye hae druken my ale,
And ye'll mak my auld wife a whore!'
'A ha, Johnie Blunt! ye hae spoke the first word,
Get up and bar the door.' |
