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James leugh,—and bade her naitlbng dread, Syne to conjuring went with speed : And first he drew a circle round, Then utter’d mony a magic sound Of words, part Latin, Greek, and Dutch, Enough to fright a very witch: That done, James says, “ Now, now, ’tis come. And in the boal beside the lum : Now set the board ; good wife, gae ben. Bring frae yon boal a roasted hen.” She wadna gang, but Habby ventur'd; And soon as he the ambrie enter’d, It smell’d sae weel, short time he sought it, But, wond’ring, ’tween his hands he brought it. He view’d it round, and thrice he smell'd it, Syne wi’ a gentle touch he felt it, Thus ilka sense he did convene, Lest glamour had beguiled his een : They all, in an united body, Declar’d it a fine fat how towdy. “ Nae mair about it,” quoth the Miller, “ The hen looks well, and we’ll fa’ till her.” “ Sae be't,” says James ; and in a doup, They snapt her up baith stoup and roup.