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 (4) Far'er to gang tho' it were ſair ; See gin ye hae a bed till ſpare : Whate'er you charge we ſanna grudge, But ſatisfy you ere we budge To gang awal-an' fan 'tis day, We'll pack our auls and tak' the way."- The landlord ſays, "O' beds we've nane, Our ain fowks they will fierce contain: But gin ye'll gang but twa miles forret, Aſide the birk dwalls Robbie Dorrett, Wha keeps a change-houſe falls gueed drink; His houſe ye may mak' out I think"- Queth Thrummy that's ow'r far awa'; The roads are lae blawn up wi' ſna', To m k it is nae in our power; For look ye, ſic a diſmal thower Is coming one-ye'll lat us abide, Tho' we fud fit at your fire fide."- The landlord ſays to him, " Na, na, I canno' lat you bide ava: Chap aft-for 'tis nae worth Your while To bide, when ye've but lcrimp twa mile To gang: fae quickly aff ye'll leer, For faith, I douot ye'll tae be here." " Twa mile' quo' Thrummy de'il ſpeed me, If frae your houſe this night jee; Are we to ſtarve in chriſtian land? As lang's my ſtick bides i' my hand, An' filler plenty i' my pouch, To nane acout your houſe 'll crouch: Landlord, ye needna be ſae rude, Fur faith we'll mak' our quarters good. Come John, lat's in-we'll tak'a ſeat, Fat ſorrow gars you look ſae blate ?"