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12 What briugs you frae the shades below, I in my maker's name command You tell your story just aff hand: Fat wad ye h'ae? 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 gi'e. Say on your tale, quoth Thrummy, I To do you justice sure will try, Then mark me weel the ghaist reply'd, And ye shall soon be satisfy'd: Frae this aback near forty year, I of this place was overseer, When this laird's father had the land, A' thing was then at my command: Wi power to do as I thought fit, In ilka cause I chief did sit, The laird paid great respect to me, But I an ill return did gi'e: The title deeds of his estate, Out of the fame I did him cheat; And staw them frae where they did lie, Some days before the laird did die, His son at that time was in France, And sae I thought I'd ha'e some chance, Gif he sud never come again, That the estate would be my ain-