Quoth he, "For sweet St. Francis sake, On his disciple some pity take:" Quoth she, "St. Francis never taught His scholars to tempt young maids to naught." The friar did entreat her still 55 That she would help him out of the well: She heard him make such piteous moan, She help'd him out, and bid him begone. Quoth he, "Shall I have my money again, Which from me thou hast before-hand ta'en?" 60 "Good sir," quoth she, "there's no such matter; I'll make you pay for fouling the water." The friar went along the street, Dropping wet, like a new-wash'd sheep; Both old and young commended the maid 65 That such a witty prank had play'd.] 13. request. GET UP AND BAR THE DOOR. Herd's _Scottish Songs_, ii. 63. First printed by Herd in a slightly different form, ed. 1776, ii. 159; also Johnson's _Museum_, p. 310, and Ritson's _Scottish Songs_, i. 226. The hero of this story is traditionally known as one Johnie Blunt, who lived on Crawford Moor. Several versions of a song called by his name are current among the Scottish peasantry, one of which is given in Johnson's _Museum_, p. 376.--This ballad, says Stenhouse, furnished Prince Hoare with one of the principal scenes in his musical entertainment of _No Song, no Supper_, "acted at Drury Lane in 1790, and since throughout the United Kingdom with great success." It fell about the Martinmas time, And a gay time it was than, That our gudewife had puddings to mak, And she boil'd them in the pan. The wind blew cauld frae east and north, 5 And blew into the floor; Quoth our gudeman to our gudewife, "Get up and bar the door." "My hand is in my hussyskep, Goodman, as ye may see; 10 An' it shou'dna be barr'd this hunder year, It's ne'er be barr'd by me." They made a paction 'tween them twa, They made it firm and sure, That the first word whaever spak, 15 Should rise and bar the door. Than by there came twa gentlemen, At twelve o'clock at night, Whan they can see na ither house, And at the door they light. 20 "Now whether is this a rich man's house, Or whether is it a poor?" But ne'er a word wad ane o' them speak, For barring of the door. And first they ate the white puddings, 25 And syne they ate the black: Muckle thought the gudewife to hersell, Yet ne'er a word she spak. Then ane unto the ither said, "Here, man, tak ye my knife; 30 Do ye tak aff the auld man's beard, And I'll kiss the gudewife."