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Ha! our young chief must be return'd, for here Comes Culloch, with his staring freckled face.

Well, man; what are thy news? where hast thou been?

We've been at Glasgow.

Glasgow! Save us all!

I doubt it not: his master, I hear say, Goes oftener there than his good father wots of; Ay, or his sister either. I suspect There is some dainty lady

Hush! say nothing.

And so, brave Culloch, thou hast travell'd far: And what is Glasgow like?

Like all Drumleary craigs set up in rows, And chimneys smoking on the top of them. It is an awful sight!