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 Ane for ane may weel compare, But twa for ane is rather sair; The play’s nae equal, say I vow, Dear brother Thrummy, I’ll help you. Then wi’ his fit he kicked the ba’, Gard it play stot against the wa’; Quick then, as lightning frae the sky, The spectres with a horrid cry, A’ vanished in a clap o’ thun’er. While Thrummy at the same did won’er, The room was quiet now and dark, An’ Thrummy striping in his sark; Glauming the gate hack to his bed, He thinks he hears a parson tread, An’ ere he gat without the door, The Ghaist again stood him before, And in his face did staring stand, Wi’ a big candle in its hand. Quoth Thrummy, Friend, I want to know What brings you frae the shades below, I in my Maker s name command You tell your story just aff hand? Fat wad ye hae ?—I’ll do my best For you, to let you be at rest. Then says the Ghaist, ’ Tis thirty year, Since I’ve been doom d to wander here; In all that time there has been none Behav’d sae bold as ye have done: Sae if you’ll do a job for me, Disturbance mair I’ll never gie, Sae on your tale, quoth Thrummy, I To do you justice sure will try. Then mark me weel, the Ghaist replied, And ye shall soon be satisfied: