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cries to them, To the right about. To which they anſwered, bleſs you, my Lord, what is dat man ſayin'? Says my Lord, He bids you turn your faces to Maggy's hill, and your a-es to the ſea; which they did in all haſte. An what will we do now? ſaid Willie. No more, ſaid my Lord, but go all home Willie. O my dow! O my bleſſing come o'er your bonny face, my Lord; I wiſh you may never die, ner yer grow ſick, nor nae body fell you; ye are the beſt man in a' the warld, for we thought a' to be dead men or fodgers, ye're wiſer than a' the witches on the coaſt of Fife, or in a' the warld.

4. There was a cuſtom in Bucky harbour, when they got a hearty drink, that they went down to dance among the boats; and two or three of the oldeſt went into a boat to ſee the reſt dance. And when they admitted a burgher, there was always a dance. One day they admitted gly'd Rob, who was a warlike, and made them all to ſtop their dancing; for which he was carried before Wiſe Willie, to anſwer for that his crime; for which he was baniſhed to the Iſle of May, at the mouth of the Frith of Forth, to carry coals to the Light-Houſe.

The Bucky lads and loſſes, when they go gather-bait, tell ſtrong ſtories about ghoſts, witches, Willie wil the wiſp, and the Kelpy, fairies, maukens, and bogles of all ſorts. They think the ghoſts go all night, like auld horſes, for