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Till nae langsyne nae rnony kent,
That this same laiidthe rights did want;
But now they haediim at the law,
And the neist week the laird maun shaw ;
Before the court theTights o! his land,
This put him to an unco stand,
For if he didna shaw them there,
O’ a’ his lands he’ll be striped bare;
Nae hopes has he to save his state,
This makes him sour and unco blate :
He cannathink whar's rights maybe,
And ne're expects them n air to see,
But now my friend mark what I tell.
And ye’ll get something to yoursel
Tak out the stane there in the wa‘,
And there ye‘ll get the leather ba‘,
Tis just the same as you did see,
When you said that you would help me ;
The rights are sewed up in its heart,
But see you dinna wi‘ them part,
Until the laird shall pay you down
Just fifty guineas and a crown,
Whilk at my death was due to me,
This for thy trouble I‘ll give thee ;
And Til disturb this house nae mair,
‘Cause Til be free frae all my care.
This Thrummy promised to do,
And syne the Ghaist bid him adieu
And vanished with a pleasant sound
Down through the laft and thro* the ground,
Thrummy gaed back sine to his bed,
And cowardly John was verraglad,
That he his neibour saw ance mair,
For of his life he did despair.
