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 (12) For if he diſna ſha' them there, O' a' his lands he'll be ſtript hare. Nae hopes has he to ſaves eſtete, This maks him fowr an unco blute; He canno' think whare's rights may be, An' ne'er expects them mair to ſee. But now. my frien', m rk what I tell, An' we'll get fi m thing to yourfell: Tak' our hat ſtane there i' the wa'. An' there you'll get the leather ba'; "Tis juſt the fame that you did ſee, When you ſaid that you wad help me The rights are few'd up in its heart; But ſee ye dinna wi' them part, Until the laird fall 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 Ill diſturb this houſe nae mair, "Cauſe I'll be free frae a' my care."- This Thrummy promiſed to do, An' ſyne the ghaiſt bade him adieu, An' vaniſh'd wi' a pleaſant ſound Down thro' the laſt an' thro' the ground. Thrummy gade back ſyne till his bed; An' cowardly John was verra glad That he his neiper ſaw ance mair, For o' his life he did deſpair. " Wow, man qoth Jobe,, where hae you been? Come, tell me a' fat ye hae ſeen? "Na, byde ſays Thrummay, till day light, An ſyne I'll tell you hale and right; Sae ba'h lay ſtill an took a nap Until the ninth hour it did chap.