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That Thrummy wakend; and thus spoke,
Preserv's ! quotly he, I m like to chock
Wi' thirst, and I manu hae a drink,
I will gang down the stair, I think,
And grapple for the water-pail,
O for a waught o' caller ale!
Johnny grips till him, and says, Na,
I winna let you gang awa':
Wow will yon gang and leave me here
Alane to die wi perfect fear?
Rise and gae wi me then, quoth Thrummy
Ye senseless, gude-for-naething bummy,
I'm only gaen to seek some water,
I will be back just iu a clatter.
Na na says John I'll rather lie.
But as I'm likewise something dry
Gif ye can get a jug or cap
Fesh up to me a little drap.
Ay ay quoth Thrummy that I will
Altho ye shouldna get a gill.
Sae down he goes to seek a drink,
But then he sees a little blink
O'light that shone upon the floor
Out throngh the lock-hole o' the door,
Which wasna fast but stood a gee,
Whatever's, there he thinks he'll see:
Sae bauldly o'er the threshold ventures,
Then in within the door he enters,
But reader judge of the surprise
That there he saw with wondering eyes
A spacious vault well stored wi' casks
O' reaming ale and some big flasks,
And stride-legs o'er a cask ale ut
He saw the likeness oʻhimsel.