There Liv'd A Man In Yonder Glen

1.
There liv'd a man in yonder glen,
And John Blunt was his name, O;
He make 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 o'er the moor, O;
' Rise up, rise up, auld Luckie' he says,
' Rise up and bar the door, O;'
3.
They made a paction 'tween them twa,
They made it firm and sure, O,
Whae'er sud speak the foremost word,
Should rise and bar the door, O.
4.
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.
5.
They haurl'd auld Luckie 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.
6.
' Ye've eaten my bread, ye hae druken my ale,
And ye'll mak my auld wife a whore. O.' -
' Aha! Johnie Blunt! ye hae spoke the first word, --
Get up and bar the door. O.'

There Lived A Man In Yonder Glen


There lived a man in yonder glen,
And John Blunt was his name, O;
He make good malt, and he brews good ale,
And he bears a wondrous fame, O.

The wind blew in the porch one night,
Full keen out over the moor, O;
' Rise up, rise up, old Luckie' he says,
' Rise up and bar the door, O;'

They made a pact between them two,
They made it firm and sure, O,
Who ever should speak the foremost (first) word,
Should rise and bar the door, O.

Three travelers that had lost their road,
As through the hills they went, O;
They directed by the line of light
Full straight to Johnie Blunt's door, O.

They pulled old Luckie out of her bed,
And laid her on the floor, O;
But never a word old Luckie would say,
For barring of the door, O.

' You have eaten my bread, you have drunk my ale,
And you will make my old wife a whore. O.' -
' Aha! Johnie Blunt! you have spoken the first word, --
Get up and bar the door. O.'