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 (3) Grow verra thick upo the wind, Whilk to their wae they ſoon did find; A nighty ſhow'r o' fua' an' drift As ever dang down frae the lift. Right wild an' boiſt'rous Boreas roar'd- " Preſerve's ! quoth John, we'll baith be ſmoar'd; I wiſh we hadna ta'en the gate, For now the night will ſoon be late : Our tryſt's end we can ne'er mak' our. Chear up ſays Thrummy, never doubts But I'm ſome fly'd we've tint our way; Howe'er, at the neiſt houſe we'll ſtay, Until we fee gin it grow fur, G'n no', a' might we'll tarry there." " Weel weel, ſays Johney, we fal try." - Syne they a manſion houſe did ſpy, Upo' the road, a piece afore, Sae up they gade unto the door, Whare Thrummy chappit wi' his ſtick; Syne to the door cam: verra quick, A mickle rog, wha barked fair, But Thrummy for him didna care ; He handled weel his aiken ft.ff And ſpite o's teeth he kept him aff, Until the landlord came to fec, An' ken fat might the matter be ; When verra ſoon the cog did ceaſe The landlord ſyne did ſpeir the cafe. Quoth Chrummy Sir, we hae gane will, We thought we'd ne'er a houſe get till; We near were ſmoar'd amo' t.e rift; An' ae. goodman, ye'lim k'a fhutt To gi'e us quarters a' this night For now we dipna hac day light