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 THRUMMY CAP, A TALE IN ancient times, far is the North, A hunter miles ayont the Forth, Upon a ſtormy winter day, Twa men forgather'd o' the way. An'as they had ſome piece to gang, To keep the time frae ſeeming lang, They did agree to gang thugither, As company till ane anither. Ane was a ſturdy bordoch chiel, An' frae the weather happit weel, Wi' a mill'd plaiding Jockey coat An'eke le on his head had got A thrummy Cap baith large an' ſtout, Wi' ſtaps ahind, as weel's a mout) Whilk button'd cloſe aneth his chin, To keep the cauldrae getting in. Upon his legs be had gammaſhes. Whilk fog is term their ſpatterdaſhes An' on his hands, inſtead o' glo's, Large doddey mitteas, whilk he'a rooſe For wumnis: an an aiken flick, Nae verra lang, but unco thick, Intil his nive; he dr v. awa. An car'd.on ther fr it nor ſna' Th tither was juit the tie- O'c aes an' courage bath was ſcarce; Sa t our tale we gre un think we'l ca' hun cow'rdy John: For he ha farit att did thow As in the f quel you will know. Sae on they gede at a guer d frow's, 'Cauſe that they la gach'ring thew'r,