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Whilk at my death was due to me, This for thy trouble I'll give thee; And I'll disturb this house nae mair, 'Cause I'll be free from all my care. This Thrummy promised to do, And syne the Ghaist bid him adieu. And vanished, with a pleasant sound, Down thro' the laft, and thro' the ground. Thrummy gade back syne till his bed, And cowardly John was verra glad, That he his neibor saw ance mair, For of his life he did despair. Wow man, quo' John, whare hae been, Come tell me a' fat ye hae seen, Na, bide, says Thrummy, till day-light, And syne I'll tell you hale and right. Sae baith lay still and took a nap, Until the ninth.hour it did chap. Thrummy syne raise, put on his claes, And to the chamber quick he gaes, Taks out the stane into the wa', And soon he found the leathern ba'; Took out the Rights, replac'd the stane, Ere John did ken whar he had been : Then baith came stapping down the stair, The morning now was calm and fair. Weel, says the Laird, my trusty frien', Не ye ought in our chamber seen?
