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This very night, when it is late,
I'll see you, an' my plans relate.
Then each got up, an' tuke the road,
Wi' hearts haith sorrowu' an' sad;
But sairer vext they would hae been,
Ayont the dyke had they me seen,
Where I lay snug, just at their back,
Till Rev'ren' Willie stopt their crack.
But still bein' keen to hear his scheme,
I up, and steer'd my course right hame;
And waited till the clock struck nine,
When I thought it was near the time,
That they again would baith forgather,
An' tell their minds to ane-anither:
Then I set out, and took my place
Right opposite to Jamie's house.
But scarcely was I weel set down,
Till Johnnie cam'—the faithless loun.
Then to the door auld Jamie ran,
An' cry'd, You're welcome, honest man!
They baith went in—O'er ale an gin,
I trow they did their crack begin.
But o' their plan I am na sure,
I was sae far plac'd frae the door.
They tarry'd lang ere they came out,
But kendna, I was thereabout,
Jinkin' aroun', to hear their cracks,
About their horrid sinfu' acts;
They were sae vogie, and sae nappie,
That they were just a wee o'er crackie.
It then struck me, they did intend
Their course to some Kirk-yard to bend,
Where they would work their awful wark,
And get ane lifted in the dark,
Safely to Embro' it to send,
To serve their dreadful hellish end!
But happy was I, when I knew
What way they did intend to do.
I'll see you, an' my plans relate.
Then each got up, an' tuke the road,
Wi' hearts haith sorrowu' an' sad;
But sairer vext they would hae been,
Ayont the dyke had they me seen,
Where I lay snug, just at their back,
Till Rev'ren' Willie stopt their crack.
But still bein' keen to hear his scheme,
I up, and steer'd my course right hame;
And waited till the clock struck nine,
When I thought it was near the time,
That they again would baith forgather,
An' tell their minds to ane-anither:
Then I set out, and took my place
Right opposite to Jamie's house.
But scarcely was I weel set down,
Till Johnnie cam'—the faithless loun.
Then to the door auld Jamie ran,
An' cry'd, You're welcome, honest man!
They baith went in—O'er ale an gin,
I trow they did their crack begin.
But o' their plan I am na sure,
I was sae far plac'd frae the door.
They tarry'd lang ere they came out,
But kendna, I was thereabout,
Jinkin' aroun', to hear their cracks,
About their horrid sinfu' acts;
They were sae vogie, and sae nappie,
That they were just a wee o'er crackie.
It then struck me, they did intend
Their course to some Kirk-yard to bend,
Where they would work their awful wark,
And get ane lifted in the dark,
Safely to Embro' it to send,
To serve their dreadful hellish end!
But happy was I, when I knew
What way they did intend to do.
