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Rh As lang as Alps or Grampian hills, As lang as wind or water mills.

In enter'd James Hab saw and kend him, and offer'd kindly to befriend him: with sic good cheer as he could make, with for his ain and father's fake, he scholar thought himself weel sped, and gave him thanks in terms weel bred. noth Hab, I canna leave my mill yet:—but step ye west the kill bow-shot, and ye'll find my hame; ye warm ye, and crack with our dame, l I set aff my mill syne we all tak what Bessy has to gie. synes in return, whats handsome said, yer lang to tell, and ass he gade. of the house some light did shine hich led him till t as with a line: riv'd, he knock t for doors were steekit; straight thro' a window Bessy keekit, and cries, ‘Wha‘s that gies fouk a fright sic untimeous time of night?' synes with good humor maist discreetly, and her his circustance completely, dinna ken ye, quoth the wife, up and down the thieves are rise; within my land I'm but a woman, I‘ll unbar my door to nae man; but since' tis very like my dow, at a ye've said it may be true, e there‘s a key, gang in your way, the neist door there's braw ait strae;