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That brings you frae the shades below In my maker’s name command, You tell your story just ass hand: At wad ye hae, I’ll do my best Or you, to let you be at rest, Then says the ghaist, ’Tis thirty year Once I’ve been doom’d to wander here All that time there has been none Behav'd so bold as ye have done; Ye if you’ll do a job for me, Disturbance mair I'll never gie. By on your tale, quo Thrummy, I, To do you justice sure will try, Tea mark me well, the ghaist replied, Did ye fall loon be satisfied: Sae this aback near forty year, If this place was overseer, Then this laird’s father had the land, Thing was then at my command, O' power to do as I thought fit, I'ilka cause I chief did sit, The laird paid great respect to me, It an ill return did gie: The title-deeds of his estate, It of the same I did him cheat; And staw them frae whar they did lie, Some days before the laird did die; Aon at that time was in France, And fae l thought I’d hae some chance, He sud never come again, At the estate would be my ain.