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Rh AudAnd [sic] swore he with his cash should part, Or instantly, with stabs and cuts, He'd pierce his heart and rip his guts. 'Oh!' says Donald, 'spare my life, For sake o' my poor weans and wife! Hae, there's the cash; but wi' what shame And grief maun I face friends at hame! They'll no believe a word o't neither— Lord help's, we're ruined a thegither 'Stop', says the fellow, 'cease your crying: Your friends will not suppose you lying; They will believe what yonyou [sic] say to them, By evidence which shall give them From ever man I rob I've credit, By giving me his hand I did it; My comrades and I together This token give to one another: So one of your hands must go with me, to So take your choice, which shall it be My dog is gane and darling purse, And now my hand— still worse and worse. Hae mercy on me "Donald prays, I'll be a beggar a' my days.' 'No mercy for you,' cried the wretch; Come, down wi't— I'll make quick dispatch,