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4 An’ when they reach’d the kirkeyard style,

He cry'd—"O list to me;

An 'set ane harmless murdert boy,

Frae lanelie wand’rin’ free!"

The sturdie miller aft heard tell

That sic a sprite was seen:

Thoch laith to bide ane ghastlie ca’,

At last he’s courage ta’en,

An’ ’bout himsell wi’ hazell staff,

He made ane roundlie score;

Then said—"My lad, in name o’ Gude,

What doe ye wander for?"

The laddie ga’e ane eldritch screech—

Ane wulsome look an’ bauld;

An’ aye's he spak the thunder roll’d,

An’ fire-fiauchts ne’er devaul’d.

"There, there’s the cairn!" the laddie scream’d,

"Whare life was ta’en frae me;

For whilk ane guiltless hireman died

Hie on yon wither’d tree—

Whase life the murd’rer swore awa,

To save’s ain infamie: