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There was a tare ca’d Vibumazor, Whafe wit was glcig as ony razor, Frae this great man we learn'd the skill To bring thefe gentry to our will; And they appear when we ye a mind, In ony shape of human kind: Now, if you‘ll drap your foolish fear, I'll gar my Pacolet appear.

Hab fidg‘d and leugh, his elbuck clew, Baith fear d and fond a sp'rit to view. At last his courage wan the day. He to the scholar‘s will gave way.

Bessy by this began to smell A rat, but kept her mind to‘r fell: She pray'd like howdy in her drink, But meantime tipt young James a wink, James frae his e‘e an answer sent, Which made the wife right weel content: Then turn'd to Hab, and thus advis‘d; Whate‘er you see be nought surpris'd; But, for your foul, move not your tongue, And ready stand with a great rung; Syne as the sprit gangs marching out, Be sure to lend him a found rout: I bidna this by way of mocking, For nought delytes him more than knocking.

Hab got a kent—stood by the hallan, And straight the wild mischievous callan Cries, Radamanthus, Husky Mingo,