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 Come up the stair alang wi' me, An' I shall caution for you be. Then Johnny faintly gaed consent, An' up stairs to the room they went. Where soon the gat baith fire and light, To haud them hearty a' the night; The Landlord likewise gae them meat. As meikle as the baith could eat; Shew'd them their bed and bade them gang, To it, whene'er they did think lang; And wishing them a gude repose, Straight syne to his ain bed he goes. Our travellers now being left alane, 'Cause that the frost was nippen keen. Cost aff their shoon, an' warm'd their feet, And syne gade to their bed to sleep. But cowardly John wi' fear was quaking, He cou'dna sleep, but still lay wauking, Sae troubled wi' his panic fright— When near the twalt hour o' the night, That Thrummy waken'd and thus spoke; Preserves! quoth he, I am like to choak. Wi' thrist, and I maun ha'e a drink; I will gang down the stair I think, And grapple for the water pail, O for a waught o' cawler ale! Johnny grips to him, an' says na, I winna let you gang awa; Wow will you gang and leave me here, Alane to die wi' perfect fear? Rise and go wi' me then, quoth Thrummy, Ye senseless gude-for-naething bummy, I'm only gaun to seek some water, I will be back just in a clatter. Na, na, says John, I'll rather lie, But as I am likewise something dry, Gif ye can get a jug or cap, Fesh up to me a little drap.