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 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 ghaist! Ourselves are terrified a' night, Sae ye may chance to get a sight, Like that which some of our folk saw, Far better till ye gang awa, Or else ye'll maybe rue the day. Guid faith, says John, I'm thinking sae, Better in the neuk to sit, Than fiy'd, gude keep's, out o' our wit; Preserve us ever frae all evil, I wadna like to see the devil: Whisht gowk, quo' Thrummy, haud your peace, That sanna gar me quit this place: To great nor sma' I ne'er did ill, No ghaist, no diel my sert shall spill. I can defy the meikle deil, An' a' his works I wat fu' weel; Fat sorry then maks you sae eery? Fling by your fears come then be cheery, Landlord gin ye'll make up that bed, I promise I'll be very glad, Within the same a' night to lie, If that the room be warm and dry. The Landlord says, ye's get a fire, An' candle too, gin ye desire, Wi beuks to read, and for your bed, I'll orders gi'e to get it made. John says as I'm a Christian man, Who never likes to curse nor ban, Nor steal, nor lie, nor drink, nor whore, I'll never gang within its door, But sit by the fire-side a' night, An' gang awa whene'er 'tis light. Says Thrummy till him wi' a glow'r, Ye cowardly gowk, I'll make ye cower.