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 (9) Sae they baith drank til like to birſt; Syne did compoſe themſelfs to reſt, To fleep a while they thought it best. an hour in bed they hadna been An' ſcarcely well had clos'd their een, Whan juſt into the neighb'ring cham'er, They heard a creadfu' din and clamour : Aneth the bed-claes John did cower, But Thrummy jump't upo' the floor. Him by the fark-tail John did haud. " Ly ſtill quoth he, fat! are ye mad?"- Thrummy then gas a haſty jump, An took John in the ribs a thu np. Till on the bed he tumbled down, In little better than a ſwoon: While Thrummy faſt as he could rin, Sct aff to feef t'mace the din. The chamber ſeem'd o him as light, As gif the fun was ſhining bright; The ghaiſt was ſtan en at the door, in the ſame dreſs it had afore; an o'er anent it, at the wa', Were ither apparitions, twa. Thrummy beheld them tor a wee, But de'l a word as yet ſpak he ; Theſe ſpirits ſeem'd to kick a ba', The ghaiſt againſt the tither twa; Whilk cloſe they drove baith back an' fore, Atweeth the chimla an' the door. He ſtops a white, an' ſees the play ; ſyne tinning up, he this did lay, - " Ane for ane may weel compare, But twa for ane is rather ſair; The play's nae equal, lae I vow, Dear orichar Thrummy, l'll nelp you."