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There was an old couple lived under an 'ill,
Joan and John Blunt they were called O,
They brewed great ale all for to sell,
They brewed it wonderful well O.
John Blunt and his wife drank some of those ales
Till they could drink no more O;
They both went to bed with a drop in their head
And forgot to bar their door O.
A bargain, a bargain this old couple made,
A bargain firm and sure O,
The very first one who would speak the first word
Would go down to bar their door O.
Along came travelers, travelers three,
Traveling in the night O,
No house nor shelter could they find,
No fire nor candle light O.
And straight to John Blunt's house they went,
And boldly opened the door O,
But not one word did the old couple say
For fear they should bar the door O.
They ate of his vittles, they drank of his drinks,
Till they could drink no more O;
But not one word did the old couple say
For fear they should bar the door O.
Then straight upstairs these travelers went,
And crossed the bedroom floor O,
But not one word did the old couple say
For fear they should bar the door O.
They pulled the old woman out of her bed,
And kissed her on the floor O;
But not one word did the old man say
For fear he should bar the door O.
"You've eat of my vittles, you drank of my drinks,
Till you could drink no more O,"
"John Blunt," she said, "you spoke the first word,
Go down and bar the door O!
"If you don't like what they did unto me,
They kissed me on the floor O,
Take this to be as a warning:
Stay every night and bar your door O."
