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 That this same Laird the Rights did want, But now they hae him at the law, An' the neist owk the Laird maun shaw, Afore the Court, the Rights o's land, This puts him at an unco stand, For if he disna shaw them there, O' a' his lands he'll be strip'd bare: Nae hopes has he to save's estate, This makes him sour and unco blate; He canna think whar's Rights may be, And ne'er expects them mair to see, But now my friend, mark what I tell, And ye'll get something to yoursel'; Tak out the stane there in the wa', And there ye'll get the leather ba'. 'Tis just the same that you did see, Whan that you said you wad help me, The rights are skew'd up in its heart; But see you dinna wi' them part, Until the Laird shall pay you down, Just fifty guineas and a crown, Whilk at my death was due to me, This for thy trouble, I'll give thee: And I'll disturb this house nae mair, 'Cause I'll be free from all my care. This Thrummy promised to do, And syne the Ghaist bade him adieu, And vanished with a pleasant sound, Down thro' the laft and thro' the ground. Thrummy gade back syne till his bed, And cowardly John was verra glad, That he his neighbour saw once mair, For of his life he did despair. Wow man, quo' John, whar hae you been, Come tell me a' fat ye hae seen? Na. bide, says Thrummy, till day light, And syne I'll tell you hale and right. Sae baith lay still and took a nap,