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Sall put me ont till a new day,
Lang as I've siller for to pay,
The Landlord said, Ye're rather rush,
To turn von out I canna fash,
Since ye're so positive to bide,
But troth yese sit by the fire-side;
I tald ye else of beds I've name,
Unnocupied, except bare ane;
In it, I 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 ghaist;
Oursels are terrified a' night,
Sae ye may chance to get a sight,
Like that which some or our fowk saw,
Gar better still ye gang awa',
Or else ye'll maybe rue the day,
Guide faith quo' John, I'm thinking sae ;
Better into the neuk to sit,
Than fla'd, Gude keep's, out of ont wit;
Preserve us ever frae all evil,
I widna like to see the devel!
Whisht gowk, quo Thrummy, haud your peace
That sanna gar me quit this place;
Nor great nor sma' 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 cheery,
Landlord gin ye'll mak up that bed,
I promise I'll be verra glad,
Lang as I've siller for to pay,
The Landlord said, Ye're rather rush,
To turn von out I canna fash,
Since ye're so positive to bide,
But troth yese sit by the fire-side;
I tald ye else of beds I've name,
Unnocupied, except bare ane;
In it, I 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 ghaist;
Oursels are terrified a' night,
Sae ye may chance to get a sight,
Like that which some or our fowk saw,
Gar better still ye gang awa',
Or else ye'll maybe rue the day,
Guide faith quo' John, I'm thinking sae ;
Better into the neuk to sit,
Than fla'd, Gude keep's, out of ont wit;
Preserve us ever frae all evil,
I widna like to see the devel!
Whisht gowk, quo Thrummy, haud your peace
That sanna gar me quit this place;
Nor great nor sma' 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 cheery,
Landlord gin ye'll mak up that bed,
I promise I'll be verra glad,
