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 Till nae langsyne nae mony kent, That this same Laird the Ilights did want; But now they hae him at the law, And the neist owk the Laird maun shaw, Afore the court, the Rights o’s land, This puts him to an unco stand: For if he dinna shaw them there, O’ a’ his lands he’ll be stript bare; Nae hopes has he to save his ’state, This maks him sour and unco blate: He canna think whar’s Rights may be, And ne’er expects them mair to see, But now, my friend, mark what I tell, And ye’ll get something to yoursel. Tak out the stane there in the wa’, And there ye’ll get the leather ba’, ’Tis just the same that you did see, When you said that you would help me; The Rights are sew’d up in its heart, But see you dinna wi’ them part, Until the laird shall pay you down Just fifty guineas and a crown, Whilk at my death was due to me, This for thy trouble I'll give thee; And I’ll disturb this house nae mair, Cause I’ll be free from all my care. This Thrummy promised to do, And syne the Ghaist bid him adieu And vanish’d with a pleasant sound Down thro' the laft and thro’ the ground, .Thrummy gaed back syne to his bed, /And cowardly John was verra glad, That he his neighbour saw ance mair, For of his life he did despair.