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 (5) e in he gangs, and ſets him down; ſays he. They're tar about your town all put me out till a new day, As lang's I've filter for to pay."- The landlord ſavs, Ye're rather raſh; To turn you out we ſanna fath, Since ye're ſae poſitive to bice; But troch ye'll fit by the fire fide; tald you anc, o' beds I've nane Unoccupit. Except bare anc; n it, dread ye winna ly, or ſtouteſt hear's bee it beca ſhy o venture in within the room! After the night begins to gloom is haunted by a frightfa' ghaiſt; osfells are terrifi da' vigt; aege may chance to get a fight, Like that which ſome o' our fowk ſaw; ar butter till ye gang awa' Dr elſe ye'll may be rue ere day!-- Good faith, quo' John, I'm thinking ſae; . tter into the newk to fit, han fey! Gude keep's out of our wit. The Lord preſerve me frae a' evil! wadna like to ſee the devil."- [ peace; Whikt, gouk, quo' Thrummy, h'd your That ſanna gar ſme quit this place To gryte nor fina-i ne'er did ill- lae ghaiſt, nor de'il my reſt ſhall ſpill; for I defy the mickle de'i, in' a' his warks, I wat lu' well; at ſorrow then maks you fae eery? Fling by your fears, and come be cheery. Landlord gin ye'll mak' up that bed, pronila, I'll be verra glead