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 Sall put me out till a new day,

As lang's I've siller for to pay.

The Landlord said, Ye're rather rash,

To turn you out I canna fash,

Since ye're so positive to bide,

But troth yese sit by the fire-side;

I tald ye else of beds I've nane,

Unoccupied, except bare ane;

In it, I fear, ye winna ly;

For stoutest hearts has aft been shy

To venture in within the room,

After the night begins to gloom;

For in it they can ne'er get rest,

'Tis haunted by a frightful ghaist;

Oursels are terrified a' night,

Sae ye may chance to get a sight,

Like that which some o' our fowk saw,

Far better still ye gang awa',

Or else ye'll maybe rue the day,

Guide faith quo' John, I'm thinking sae;

Better into the neuk to sit,

Than fla'd, Gude keep's, out o' our wit;

Preserve us ever frae all evil,

I wadna like to see the devil!

Whisht gowk, quo' Thrummy, haud your peace

That sanna gar me quit this place;

Nor great nor sma' I ne'er did ill,

The ghaist nor deil my rest shall spill.

I will defy the meikle deil,

And a' his warks I wat fu' weel;

What the sorrow then maks you sae eery?

Fling by your fears, and come be a

Landlord gin ye'll mak up that bed,

I promise I'll be verra glad,