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Sail put me out till a new day,
Lang as I‘ve siller for to pay,
The Landlord said, Ye‘re rather rash,
To turn you out I canna fas'^
Since ye‘re so positive to bide,
But troth yese sit by the fire-side ;
I tald ye else of beds [‘ve nane,
Unoccupied, except bare ane-;
In it, 1 fear, ye winna ly ;
For stoutest heart has aft been shy
To venture in within the room,
After the night begins to gloom ;
For in it they can ne'er get rest,
Tis haunted by a frightful gliaist:
Oursels are terrified a.‘ night,
Sae ye may chance to get a sight,
Like that which some o‘our fowk saw,
Far better till ye gang awa‘,
Or else ye’ll may be rue the day,
Guide faith quo‘ John, I‘m thinking sae ;
Better into the neuk to sit,
Than ila’d, Guide keep's out o‘ our wit;
Preserve us ever frae all evil,
I widna like to see the devel!
Whisht gowk.quo’Thrummy,baud your peace
1 hat sauna gar me quit this place ;
Nor great norsma I ne’er did ill,
The ghaist nor deil my rest shall spill.
I will defy the meikle deil,
And a’ his warks I wat fu’ weel;
What the sorrow then maks you sae erry?
Fling by your fears, and come be cherry,
Landlord gin ye‘ll mak up that bed,
I promise I'll be verra glad,
