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 ( 13 ) Thrummy ſyna raiſe --put on his claes, An' to the chamber quick he gaes; Taks out the ſtane into the wa, An' ſoon he ſand the leath ren ba'; Took out the rights-replac'd the ſtane, Ere John did ken where he had been: Then baith came ſtapping down the ſtair ; The morning now was calm and fair. " Weel ſays the laird my truſty frien', Hae ye ought i' your chamber ſeen? Quoth Thrummy, Sir, I naething ſaw That did me ony ill ava" " Well quoth the bird, ye now may gangs Ye ken the day's nae vera lang. l' the mean time it is calm an' clear; Ye loſe your time in biding here." Quoth Thrummy " Sir, mind fat I tell, I've mair right here than you yourſell; Sae till like there fall bide. The laird at this began to chide; Sys he "My frien', you're turning rude." Quoth Thrummy," " I'll my claim make good; For I juſt here before you a', The rights o' this eſtete cen ſha'; An' that is mair than ye can do What, quo the laird can that be true?" 'Tis true quo' Thrummy, look an' ſee, D'ye thiak hat I wad tell a lit?"- he parchments frae his pauch then drew, And down upon the able threw. The laird at this up to him ran, lin' cry'd, whare did you get them man?" yne Thrummy tald him a the tale, s I've tald you, baith.clear and hale.