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 That Thrummy waked and thus spoke, Preserve’s quoth he, I'm like to chock Wi’ thirst, and l maun hae a drink. I will pang down the stair, I think, And grapple for the water-pail, 0 fora waught o‘ caller ale ! Johnny grips till him, and says, Na, 1 winna let you gang awa ; Wow will you gang and leave me here Alane to oie wi’ perfect fear ? Rise up and gae wi' me then, quoth Thrummy, Ye senseless gude-for-naething bummy, I’m only gaen to seek some water, I will be back just in a clatter, Na, na says John I’ll rather lie, But as I’m likewise something dry, Gif ye can get a jug or cap, Fesh up to me a little drap. Ay ay quoth Thrummy that I will Although I shouldnaget a gill, Sae down he goes to seek a drink, But then he sees a little blink O’ light that shone upon the floor, Out through the lock-hole o’ the door, Which .wasna fast but stood a-gee, Whatever’s there he thinks he’ll see : Sae baldly o'er the threshold ventures, Then irt within the door he enters. But reader judge of the surprise That there he saw with wondering eyes A spacious vault well stored wi’ casks O' reaming ale and some big flasks, And stride-legs o’er a cask o’ ale He saw the likeness of himsel.