| Lyrics: | JOHNNY BLUNT
There liv'd 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.
The wind blew in the hallan ae night,
Fu snell out o'er the moor, O;
'Rise
up, rise up, auld Luckie,'he says,
Rise up and bar the door, O.'
They made a
paction tween them twa,
They made it firm and sure, O,
Wha'er sud speak the foremost
word.
Should rise and bar the door, O.
Three travellers that had tint their
gate,
As thro the hills they foor, O,
They airted by the line o light
Fu straught
to Johnie Blunt's door, O.
They haurl'd auld Luekie out o her bed,
And laid her on
the floor, O;
But never a word auld Luckie wad say,
For barrin o the door,
O.
'Ye've eaten my bread, ye hae druken my ale,
'And ye'll mak my auld wife a whore,
O'
Aha, Johnie Blunt! he hae spoke the first word.
Get up and bar the door,
O.
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