There liv'd a man in yonder glen,|
And John Blunt was his name, O;
He maks gude maut, and brews gude ale,
And bears a wondrous fame, O.
2. The wind blew in the hallan ae night,
3. They made a paction 'tween them twa,
4. Three travelers that had tint their gate,|
As thro' the hills they foor, O,
They airted by the line o' light
Fu' straight to Johnie Blunt's door, O.
5. They haurl'd auld Luckie out o' her bed,
6. "Ye've eaten my bread, ye hae druken my ale,
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