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 Sail put me out till a new day, Lang as I‘ve siller for to pay, The Landlord said, Ye‘re rather rash, To turn you out I canna fas'^ Since ye‘re so positive to bide, But troth yese sit by the fire-side ; I tald ye else of beds [‘ve nane, Unoccupied, except bare ane-; In it, 1 fear, ye winna ly ; For stoutest heart has aft been shy To venture in within the room, After the night begins to gloom ; For in it they can ne'er get rest, Tis haunted by a frightful gliaist: Oursels are terrified a.‘ night, Sae ye may chance to get a sight, Like that which some o‘our fowk saw, Far better till ye gang awa‘, Or else ye’ll may be rue the day, Guide faith quo‘ John, I‘m thinking sae ; Better into the neuk to sit, Than ila’d, Guide keep's out o‘ our wit; Preserve us ever frae all evil, I widna like to see the devel! Whisht gowk.quo’Thrummy,baud your peace 1 hat sauna gar me quit this place ; Nor great norsma I ne’er did ill, The ghaist nor deil my rest shall spill. I will defy the meikle deil, And a’ his warks I wat fu’ weel; What the sorrow then maks you sae erry? Fling by your fears, and come be cherry, Landlord gin ye‘ll mak up that bed, I promise I'll be verra glad,