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 Tak out the stane that's in the wa’. And there you'll get the leathern ba’; Tis just the fame that you did see, When you said that you would help me, The rights are sew’d up in its heart, But see ye dinna wi' them part Until the laird shall pay ye 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 frae a' my care— This Thrummy promised to do, And syne the ghaist bide him adieu, And vanish'd wi' a pleasant found Down through the last and thro' the ground Thrummy gade back syne till his bed; And cowardly John was very glad That he his neibour saw ance mair, For o’ his life he did despair. Wow man, quo John, whar hae ye been. Come tell me a sat ye hae seen, Na, bide, lays Thrummy, till day light. An' syne I’ll tell you hale an’ right, Sae baith lay still, an took a nap. Until the ninth hour it did chap, Thrummy syne raise, put on his claise, And to the chamber quick he gaes, Taks out the stane into the wa' And soon he found the leathern ba'; Took out the rights, replac’d the stane. Ere John did ken whar he had been.