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 He'll faint away when I appear,
 * Upon his native heather;

Or p'r'aps he'll only scream with fear,
 * Or p'r'aps the two together."



The spectre showed himself, alone,
 * To do his ghostly battling,

With curdling groan and dismal moan
 * And lots of chains a-rattling!

But no—the chiel's stout Gaelic stuff
 * Withstood all ghostly harrying,

His fingers closed upon the snuff
 * Which upwards he was carrying.