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But scarcely three bare weeks were past When death did come and grip me fast, Sae sudden, that I had nae power The charter back for to restore. Soon after that came hame the heir. And syne get up,he recsu' rair, Fat sorrow was come o' his, rights, They fought them sev'ral days and nights; But never yet hae they been seen. As I zneath a muckle stane, Did hide them in the chamber wa' Weel few’d up in a leather ba'; But I was ne’er allow'd to rest. Until that I the tame confest; But this to do l had nae power Frae yon time to this very hour, That I've reveal'd it a' to you: And now I'll tell you what to do. Till nae langsyne nae mony kent That this same laird the rights did want; But now they hue him at the law, An the neist owk the laird man shaw Afore the court the rights o's land; This put him to an unto Hand: For if he disna shaw them there, O' a' his lands he’ll be stript bare. Nae hopes has he to save's estate, That maks him four and unco blate; He canna think wear’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;