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 l gae an' try to get some mair, Sae down the stair again he goes, ‘o get o’ drink anither dose; Being positive to hae some mair, But still he faund the ghaist was there, How on a butt behind the door, Says he, ye didna ill before, Dear brother Thrummy, sae I'll try He ance again, because I’m dry. He fills his jug straight out below, And up the stair again does go. John marvell'd fair, but didna spier Aga’n whar he did get the beer, For it was stronger than the first, Sae baith did drink till like to burst; Syne did compose themselves to rest, ’o sleep a while they thought it best. An hour in bed they hadna been, And scarcely wed bad clos'd their een, When just into the neighbouring cbam'er They heard a dreadfu din and clamour: Beneath the bed-claes John did cow'r But Thrummy jumpt upon the floor, Dim by the fark-tail John did baud. Lie still quo he, fat are ye mad? Thrummy then gae a hasty jump, And took John in the ribs a thump, Sae on the bed he tumbled down In little better than a swoon, While Thrummy fast as he could rin, Yet ass to see what made the din, The chamber seem’d to him as light