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# The roving batchelor/The Roving Bachelor

THE
ROVING BATCHELOR.
I am a roving batchelor, and has been all my life, And now I do intend for to go and seek a wife. Such a wife as I want, is not for to be found, And such a wife as I want, is not above the ground.
It’s if I marry an old one, I’m sure that she will fade,
And if I marry a young one, she’ll kill me with her pride; It’s if I marry a tall one, she’ll crack me on the crown, And if I marry a little one, they pull the young men down.
It’s if I marry a pretty one, a cuckold I will be, And if I marry an ugly one, the boys will laugh at me.
​One night as I lay on my bed, strange things there came to pass, Who did I see at my bed-side, but a handsome pretty lass.
The first question I asked her; if that she was a maid, The answer that she gave to me, I was once what you said. The next question that I asked her, if she was one just now, The answer that she gave to me, I am sure I’m one for you.
The next question that I asked her, if that she would take a man, The answer that she made to me, it’s only when I can. The next question that I asked her, if along with me she would go, The answer that she gave to me, what farther you would know:
Green it is a pretty colour, before it gets a dip, And he that gets another man’s wife, is sure to get the nip. Green it is, &c.
# The roving batchelor/Rattlin' Roarin' Willie

RATTLIN’ ROARIN’ WILLIE.
O rattlin’ roarin’ Willie, O he held to the fair, An’ for to Sell his fiddle, And bay some ither ware, But parting wi’ his fiddle, The Saut tear blint his e’e; And rattlin’ roarin’ Willie, Ye’re weeome hame to me.
O Willie come sell your fiddle, O sell your fiddle sae fine: O Willie come sell your fiddle, And buy a pint o’ wine. If I should sell my fiddle, The warl' wou’d think I was mad, For many a rantin’ day My fiddle and I hae had!
As I came by Crochallan, I cannilie keeket ben,
Rattlin’ roarin’ Willie Was sitting at yon boord-en’; Sitting at yon boord-en’, And amang guid company; Rattlin’ roarin’ Willie Ye’re welcome hame to me!
# The roving batchelor/The Pleasures of Wooing

THE
PLEASURES OF WOOING.
Far wel to the pleasures of wooing, the bank and the lily so gay; Till once my poor heart was deluded, and by a false man stole away. Young women beware of delusion, and be not o’er fond of young men, For soon they’ll prove your confusion, if once your affection they gain.
For first they’ll shorten your apron, and then they’ll shorten your gown, But woes me my b nny lassie, when once she begins to look down. They’ll fill up her health in a bumper, and cause the whole cup to go round, And they’ll drink it over and over, and choose a new lover the morn.
But woes me that e’er I believ’d them, for frentimes they charmed me, They robb’d me of all my treasure, my heart and my virginity. ​Young men they are glorious creatures, it’s a pity so false they were ay, They’re fickle like weather in Winter, they’ll heat and they’ll cool in a day.
What need I tell’t over and over, what I in my bosom do find, They’ll wheedle and cox till you’re ruin’d, and then all your pleasures do end. What need I tell’t, &c.
# The roving batchelor/Bess the Gawkie

BESS THE GAWKIE.
Blythe young Jean to Bess did say, Will ye gang to yon funny brae, Where flocks do feed, and herds do stray; And sport a while wi’ Jamie? Ah na lass I’ll no gang there, N(illegible text)r about Jamie tak nae care, He flighted me, and that’s no fair, For he’s ta’en up wi’ Maggie.
For hark, and I will tell you, lass, Did I not see young Jamie pass, Wi’ meikle blythness in his face. Out o’er the muir to Maggie. ​I wat he gae her meny a kiss,
And Maggie took them ne'er amiss,
'Tween ilka smack pleas'd her wi' this,
That Bess was but a Gawkie.
For whene’er a civil kiss I seek, She turns her head, and thraws her cheek,
And for an hour she’ll scarcely speak, Who’d not call her a Gawkie? B(illegible text) sure my Maggie has mair sense, She’ll gie a scare without offence, Now gie me ane unto the mense. And ye shall be my datie.
O Jamie ye hae mony taen, But I will ne’er stand up for ane, Or twa till we do meet again, Sae ne’er think me a gawkie. Ah na lass, that cannot be. Sic thoughts as these are far from me,
Wi’ (illegible text)ny thy sweet face that see,
E’er to think thee a gawkie.
But whisht nae mair o’ this we’ll speak, For yonder Jamie does us meet,
Instead of Meg he kiss’d sae sweet, I trow he likes the gawkie. ​O dear Bess! I hardly knew, When I came, your gown’s sae new; I think y u’ve got it wet with dew: Quoth Bess, that’s like a gawkie.
I's wet with dew, and ’twill get rain, And I ll get gowns when this is gane, Sae ye may gang the gate ye came, And tell it to your dawtie. The guilt appear’d in Jamie’s cheek, He cry’d, O cruel maid, but sweet, If I should gang another gate, I ne’er could meet my dawtie.
The lasses fast frae him they flew, And left poor Jamie sair to rue, That ever Maggie’s face he knew, Or yet ca’d Bess a gawkie. As they went o'er the muir they sang, The hills and dales with echoes rang, The hills and dales with echoes rang, Gang o’er the muir to Maggie.
F I N I S.
Falkirk, Printed by T. Johnston.
# The Book of Scottish Song/Bess the Gawkie

Bess the Gawkie.
[The humorous exposition of courtship in pastoral life is the production of the Rev. Dr. James Muirhead, minister of the parish of Urr in Galloway, who died in 1808, at the age of 68. It first appeared in Herd's Collection, in 1776.]
Blythe young Bess to Jean did say, Will ye gang to yon sunny brae, Whare flocks do feed, and herds do stray, And sport awhile wi' Jamie? Ah, na, lass! I'll no gang there, Nor about Jamie tak' a care, Nor about Jamie tak' a care, For he's ta'en up wi' Maggie.
For hark, and I will tell you, lass, Did I not see young Jamie pass, Wi' meikle blytheness in his face, Out owre the muir to Maggie? I wat he ga'e her monie a kiss, And Maggie took them nae amiss: 'Tween ilka smack pleas'd her wi' this, "That Bess was but a gawkie.
"For when a civil kiss I seek, She turns her head and thraws her cheek And for an hour she'll hardly speak: Wha'd no ca' her a gawkie? But sure my Maggie has mair sense, She'll gi'e a score without offence; Now gi'e me ane into the mense, And ye shall be my dawtie."
'O Jamie, ye ha'e monie ta'en, But I will never stand for ane Or twa when we do meet again, So ne'er think me a gawkie.' "Ah, na, lass, that canna be; Sic thoughts as thae are far frae me, Or onie thy sweet face that see, E'er to think thee a gawkie." ​But, whisht, nae mair o' this we'll speak, For yonder Jamie does us meet: Instead o' Meg he kiss'd sae sweet, I trow he likes the gawkie. "O dear Bess, I hardly knew, When I cam' by your gown sae new; I think you've got it wet wi' dew." Quoth she, 'that's like a gawkie;
'It's wat wi' dew, and 'twill get rain, And I'll get gowns when it is gane; Sae ye may gaug the gate ye came, And tell it to your dawtie.' The guilt appear'd in Jamie's cheek: He cried, "O cruel maid, but sweet, If I should gang anither gate, I ne'er could meet my dawtie."
The lasses fast frae him they flew, And left poor Jamie sair to rue, That ever Maggie's face he knew, Or yet ca'd Bess a gawkie. As they gade owre the muir they sang, The hills and dales wi' echo rang, The hills and dales wi' echo rang, 'Gang o'er the muir to Maggie.'
# Captain Ward and the Rain-Bow (1780)/The Gawkie

The GAWKIE.
BLYTH you (illegible text)B ſs to Jean did ſay, Will ye go to yon funny brae, Where flocks do feed and herds do ſtray, And ſport a while with Jamie?
​Ah na, laſs, l'll no gang there, Nor about Jamie tak nae care, Nor about Jamie tak nae care, For be's ta'en up with Maggy. For hark and I will tell you laſs, Did I not ſee young Jamie paſs, Wi' meikle blythneſ in his face, Out o'er the moor to Maggy. I wat he gave her mony a kiſs,
And Maggy took it ne'er amiſs, Tween ilka ſmack pleas'd her wi' this, That Beſs was but a gawkie. For when e'er a ſingle kiſs I ſeek, She returns her head and thraws her cheek, And for an hour ſhe'll ſcarcely ſpeak, Who'd not call her a gawkie? But ſure my Maggy has more ſenſe, She'll get a ſcore without offence, Now gie me ane into the menſe, And ye ſhall be my dawtie. O Jamie ye hae mony ta’en But I will ne'er ſtand up for ane, Or twa, till we do meet again, Sae ne'er think me a gawkie. Ah na laſs, that cannot be, Sick thought as theſe are far frae me, Or ony thy ſweet face that ſee, E'er to think thee a gawkie. ​But whilſt nae mair of this we'll ſpeak,
For yonder Jamie does us meet,
Inſtead of Meg he kiſs'd ſo ſweet, I trew he likes the gawkie. O dear Beſs I hardly knew, When I came by your gown ſae new,
I think you've got it wet with dew, Quoth Beſs that's like a gawkie. It's wet with dew and will get rain, An' i'll get gowns when this is gane, Sae ye may gang the gate ye came, And tell it to your dawtie. The guilt appear’d in Jamies cheek, He cry'd O cruel maid, but ſweet, If I ſhould gang another gate, I ne'er could meet my dawtie. The laſſes frae him they all flew, And left poor Jamie fair to rue, That ever Maggy's face he knew, Or yet ca'd Beſs a gawkie. As they went o'er they ſang, The hills and dales with echo rang, Gang o'er the muir to Maggy.
FINIS.
# Captain Ward and the Rain-Bow (1780)/The Dandy O

THE DANDY O.
THO’ late I was a waiter to run up and down, With bottles, glaſſes claret, rum, and brandy O, Now an officer I'm made, I'll have ſervants of my own, And be among the ladies, quite the dandy O.
My gravet ſtick out like a pedgeons breaſt, My hat ſo ſmart, my ſword ſo long, ſo handy O. Like a ſheeps tail at each ear, my hair completely dreſt, and my military que, you ſee is the dandy O.
My patent blue rib'd ſtockings, I wear with a grace, and my watch chains on each ſide hang down ſo grandy O, ​With my ſpy glaſs in my hand, patch and paint upon my face,
From my feather to my buckle I'm the dandy o.
At balls and concerts, the ladies I (illegible text)will court With words and looks as ſweet as ſugar candy O, And then for fighting duels, I ſhall have charming ſport, Then da'me, who but I ſhall be the dandy O.
And when a great warrior I come home I deſign, With Jacob here, to have a nip of brandy O, For who knows but in time, he'll (illegible text)hang me up for his ſign, Then Caleb boy, I think ye'll be the dandy O.
# Captain Ward and the Rain-Bow (1780)/Captain Ward and the Rain-Bow

Captain Ward and the Rain Bow.
COME all ye lofty ſailors, that lives by tuck of drum, I'll tell you of a robber
now on the ſeas is come; His name is called Captain Ward, as you the truth ſhall hear, For there has not been ſuch a robber, this hundred and fifty year. Firſt he beguild the wild Turk, and then the king of Spain, Pray, how can he prove true to us, when he prov'd flalſe to them? He wrote a letter to the king,
on the fifteen of July, To ſee if he would accept of him, and all his company; To ſee if he would accept of him, and all his jolly ſailors bold, And for a ranſom he would give two thouſand pounds in gold. O no, O no, then ſaid the king, for no ſuch thing ſhall be; For he has been a robber, and a robber on the ſea. ​On then ſaid Captain Ward, brave boys, let's put to ſea again, And ſee what prizes we'll find out, on the coaſts of France and Spain: Then we eſpy'd a lofty ſhip, a ſailing from the weſt, She was loaded with ſilks and ſatins, and cambricks of the beſt. Then we bore up to her ſtraightway, they thinking on no ſuch thing, O we robb'd them of their merchandize, then bade them tell their king. Now when the king had heard of this, his heart was griev'd full fore, To think his ſhips could not get paſt, as they had done before. Then he cauſed build a worthy fhip, and a worthy ſhip of fame, O the Rain-bow ſhe was called, and the Rain-bow was her name. O he rigged her and freighted her, and ſent her to the ſea,
With a hundred and ſixty mariners,
to bear her company They ſailed eaſt, they ſailed weſt, but nothing cold eſpy, Till they (illegible text)come o the very ſame port, where Captain Ward did ly. ​O who is the owner of this ſhip? the Rain-bow then did cry: O hear I am ſays Captain Ward, let no man me deny. What brought you here you robber? you ugly wanton thief, What makes you ly in danger, and keep your king in grief? You lie, you lie, ſays Captain Ward, ſo well's I hear you lie, I never robbed an Engliſhman, an Engliſhman but three. As for the worthy Scotſmen, I love them as my own, My chief delight is for to pull
the French and Spainards down: Then ſay'ſt thou ſo bold robber,
we'll ſoon humble thy pride, And then charged their great guns, and gave Ward a full broad-ſide. Fire on, fire on, ſays Captain Ward, I value you not a pin, If you be braſs in the outſide, I am as good ſteel within. They fought from eight in the morning, till eight o'clock at night,
Till once the gallant Rain-bow, began to take the flight: ​Go home, go home, ſays Captain Ward, and tell your king from me, ⟨If⟩ he reigns king upon dry land. I will reign king on ſea.
# Captain Ward and the Rain-Bow (1780)

CAPTAIN WARD
To which is added,
The Dandy O;
AND
The GAWKIE.
Printed this preſent Year.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Tom Starboard

* "Tom Starboard", in Tartan plaid (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Tom Starboard", in Bonaparte's farewell (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "Tom Starboard", in The Lass o' Arranteinie (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Stirling
* "Tom Starboard", in Bony Jean of Aberdeen (1815), a chapbook printed in Falkirk
* "Tom Starboard", in Green Grows the Rashes (1823), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
# The Song Book No. 4

THE
SONG BOOK;
A CHOICE SELECTION
OF
SONGS, DUETS, AND GLEES
SUNG AT THE DIFFERENT
Places of Public Amusement.
No. IV.
GLASGOW:
PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
* Banks of Doon
* Green grow the Rashes, O
* My Nanne, O
* Willie Brew'd a Peck o' Maut
* Amang the Rigs o' Barley
* Scots wha hae, &c
* Highland Mary
* John Anderson my, jo
* The Birks of Aberfeldy
* Gloomy Winter's Now Awa
* Nae Luck About the House
* And Sae Will We Yet
* The Highland Plaid
* Oh! Nanny Wil't Thou Gang Wi' Me?
* The Ewie Wi' the Crooked Horn
* Kelvin Grove
* Auld Robin Gray
* My Love She's But a Lassie Yet
* O'er the Moor Among the Heather
* Auld Langsyne
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Volunteer Boys/The Volunteer Boys

THE VOLUNTEER BOYS.
Hence with the lover who sighs o’er his wine, Chloe’s and Phillis’s toasting, Hence with the slave who will whimper and whine, Of ardour and constancy boasting; Hence with love’s joys, follies and noise, The toast that I give is the volunteer boys.
Nobles and beauties, and such common toasts, Those who admire them way drink, Sir, Fill up the glass to the Volunteer hosts, Who never from danger did shrink, Sir, Let mirth appear, and every heart cheer, The toast that I give the brave Volunteer.
Here’s to the ’Squire that goes to parade, Here’s to the citizen soldier; Here’s to the Merchant that sighs for his trade, Whom danger increasing makes bolder; Let mirth appear, and every heart cheer, The toast that I give the brave Volunteer.
Here’s to the lawyer, who leaves the bar, Hastens where honour doth lead, Sir,
Changing the gown for the ensigns of war, The cause of the country to plead, Sir. Freedom appears, ev’ry heart cheers, That calls for a health to the Law Volunteer.
Here’s to the soldier, though batter’d in wars, And safe to his farm retir’d, When call’d for his country ne’er thinks of his scars, With ardour to join is inspir’d; Bright fame appears, trophies uprears, To veteran chiefs, who become Volunteers.
Here’s to the Farmer that cares to advance, To harvests of honour with pleasure. Who wish a slave the road skillful in France, A sword with his Freedom would measure; Hence with cold fear, Heroes rise here, The ploughman is chang’d to the stout Volunteer.
Thus the bold hands of Britain’s defence, The muse hath with rapture review’d Sir, With our Volunteer boys as our verses commence, With our Volunteer boys they conclude Sir; Discord nor noise, never damp our joys, But health and success to the Volunteer boys.
Here’s to the Peer first in Senate and field, Whose actions to title and grace, Sir,
Whose spirit undaunted would never yet yield, To a foe, to a pension or place, Sir; Gratitude here, toasts to the Peer, Who adds to his title the brave Volunteer,
# The Volunteer Boys

There are differences between the titles given on the front page and those at the head of each song; where this is the case, the latter have been used.
The volunteer boys;
To which is added,
Barring o’ the door,
Days o’ langsyne,
The hen-peck’d husband.
EDINBURGH: Printed for the Booksellers.
* The Volunteer Boys
* The Barring o' the Door
* The Days of Langsyne
* The Hen-Peck'd Husband
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Volunteer Boys/The Hen-Peck'd Husband

THE HEN-PECK’D HUSBAND.
Young men and wives I pray attend, while I relate my ditty,
A wife I have I do declare, she’s neither handsome, neat or witty.
For better, for worse, I took my wife, all joys of life with me miscarry’d,
I oft times wish, but wish in vain, that to her I had ne’er been marry’d.
On Monday morning, ere is in light, like a horse then I do labour, And when that I come home at night, madam’s gossiping with ca’h neighbour.
FINIS.
# The Hen-peck'd Husband

* "The Hen-Peck'd Husband", in The Volunteer Boys (n.d.), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
* "The Hen-peck'd husband, or, Easy John", in The Hen-peck'd husband, or, Easy John (1802), a chapbook printed in Glasgow
* "The Hen-peck'd Husband", in Green Grows the Rashes (1823), a chapbook printed in Edinburgh
# The Volunteer Boys/The Barring o' the Door

THE BARRING O’ THE DOOR.
It fell about the Martinmas time, And a gay time it was then, When our goodwife got puddings to make, And she boil’d them in a pan.
The wind sae cauld blew south and north, And blew into the floor; Quoth our gudemas to our gudewife, “Get up and bar the door.”
“My hand is in my hussyf’skap, Goodman, as you may see, An it should na be barr’d this hundred year, It’s no be bared for me.”
They made a paction ’tween them twa, They made it firm and sure; That the first word wha’er should speak, Should rise and bar the door.
Then by there came twa gentlemen, At twelve o’clock at night, And they could noither see house nor hauld, Nor coal nor candle light.
“Now whether is this a rich man’s house? Or whether is this a poor?” But ne’er word wad one of them speak, For barring of the door.
And first they ate the white puddings, And then they ate the black; Tho’ muckle thought the gudewife to hersey Yet ne’er a word she spak.
Then said the one unto the other, “Here man, take my knife, Do ye tak aff the auld man’s beard, And I’ll kiss the goodwife.”
“But there’s nae water in the house, And what shall we do then?” “What ails ye at the pudding broo, That boils into she pan?”
O up then started our gudeman, An angry man was he;
“Will ye kiss my wife before my face, And scad me wi’ punding bree?”
Then up and started our gudewife, Gi’d three skips on the floor; “Gudeman, you’ve spoken the foremost word, Get up and bar the door.”
# Haughs of Crumdel (1)

THE
Haughs of Crumdel
To which is added,
It fell upon the Martinmas time.
Wilt thou go my bonny lassie?
GLASGOW, PRINTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS.
* The Haughs of Crumdel
* It fell upon the Martinmas time
* Wilt thou go my bonnie lassie?
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# Haughs of Crumdel (1)/The Haughs of Crumdel

SONGS.
The Haughs of Crumdel.
AS I came in by Auchendown, A little wee bit frae the town. Unto the Highlands I was bound, To view the Haughs of Crumdel.
Chorus.Sing tanteradel tanteradel. Unto the Highlands I was bound, To view the Haughs of Crumdel
I met a man in tartan trews. I spear at him what was the news? says he, The Highland army rues That e'er they came to Crumdel.Sing, &c.
Lord Livingston rode fron Inverness, Our Highland Lads for to distress. And has brought us a unto disgrace. ⟨Upon⟩ the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing, &c.
​The English General he did say, We'll give the Highland Lads fair play, We’ll sound our trumpets and gave huzza. And waken them at Crumdel.Sing, &c.
Says Livingston I hold it best, To catch them lurking in their nest, The Highland Lads we will distress, And hough them down at Crumdel.Sing, &c.
So they were in bed. Sir every one. when the English army on them came, And a bloody battle soon began, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel. Sing &c.
The English horse they were so rude They bath'd their hooves in Highland blood. Our noble clans most firmly stood, Upon the Haugh of Crumdel.Sing &c
But our noble Clans they could not stay Out over the hills they ran away And sore they do lament the day That ever they came to CrumdelSing &c
Says great Montrose I must not stay wilt thou direct the nearest way Over the hill I'll go this day And see the Haughs of Crumdel Sing &c
​Alas my Lord you are not strong You have scarcely got two thousand men There is twenty thousand on the plain Lies rank and file in crumdel Sing &c
Says great Montrose I will not stay So direct me to the nearest way, For over the hills I'll go this day And see the Haughs of CrumdelSing &c
They were at dinner every man when great Montrose upon them came And a second battle soon began Upon the Haughs of CrumdelSing &c
The Grants, McKenzies and M Kay as soon as Montrose they did espy They stood and fought most manfully Upon the Haughs of CrumdelSing &c
The Mc Donalds they returned again ⟨The Camerons⟩ did their stadard join Mc Intoshes played a bonny game Upon the Haughs of CrumdelSing &c
The Mc Phersons fought like lions bold Mc Gregors none could them controul Mc Lauglilans fought like valiant souls Upon ⟨the⟩ Haughs of CrumdelSing &c
​M‘ Leans M‘ Dougals and M Neil So boldly as they took the field And made their enemies to yield. Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing &c.
The Gordons boldly did advance, The Frazers fought with sword and lance, The Grahams made their heads to dance, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel.Sing &c.
The Royal Stewarts and Monroes, So boldly as they faced their foes, Aud brought them down by handy blows Upon the Haughs of Crumdel,Sing &c
Out of twenty thousand Englishmen, Five hundred fled to Aberdeen: The rest of them they all lay slain, Upon the Haughs of Crumdel:Sing &c,
# Haughs of Crumdel (1)/It fell upon the Martinmas time

It fell upon the Martinmas time.
It fell about the Martinmas time. and a gay time it was than When our gudewife had puddings to mak, and she boiled them in the pan.
​The wind blew cauld frae north to south and blew into the floor; Quoth our gudeman to our gudewife, "get up and bar the door"
'My band is in my huss'fs skap gudeman, as ye may see au it shnuldna be he barr'd this hunder year It's no be barr'd for me.
They made a paction 'tween them twa They made it firm and sure. Wha'er should speak the foremost word would rise and bar the door.
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.
Now whether is this a rich man s house, Or whether it be a poor, But never a word wad ane o' them speak For barring o' the door.
And first they ate the white puddings, and then they ate the ⟨black⟩; Though muckie thought the gudewife to hersel, Yet ne'er a word she spak.
​Then said the one unto ⟨the⟩ other, Here, man, tak ye my knife, Do ye tak aff the auld man's ⟨beard⟩, and ⟨I'll⟩ kiss the guidwife.
But there snae water in the house, and what shall we do than? What aits ye at the pudding broo, That ⟨boils⟩ into the pan.
O then up started our gudeman, and an angry man was he, Will ye kiss my wife before my een, and scad me wi’ pudding bree.
Then up and ⟨started our⟩ guidwife, Gied three skips on ⟨the⟩ floor: Gudeman ye've spoke the foremost word, Get up and bar the door.