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 ( 24 ) Then, wha'll be firſt to get a ſpoon, they try, And, ſrugg'ling Kard, they mak' an unco din, Till, plump down fa's the table, ſow'ns an'a', An' burnt Rab's toot, an' ſealded David's ſhin. ' O wae betide ye, for wanteftfu' brutes," Onto' the gudewife, that never con tak! peace; ' See how you've ſkailt my ſow'ns, and ſpilt my milk, ' Look ye gudeman, what think ye o' the caſe? ' I dinna ken,' quo' the auld man, and (mild, ' Ye crack o ghaiſts, they've ſurely ſeen ſome de'il ' That's frighted them, and made the bodies mad ' Ne'er better comes o'ſtories, O l'tweel.' FINIS