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 To venture in within the room After the night begins to gloom; For in it they can no'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 fly'd, guid keep's, out o' our wit; Preserve us ever frae all evil, I widna 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, nor deil 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,