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[ 14 ] Then baith came ſtapping down the ſtair; The morning now was calm and fair. Weel, says the Lord, my uf, frien', H e ve ought in your chamber see? Q oth Thrummy, Sir I ha ting saw That d d me ony ill ava. We quoth the Laird, ye now may gang, Ye ken the day's nae verra lang: In the mean time its calm and clear, Y lose your time in bid ng here. Quoth Thrummy, Sir, mind what I tell, I've mair right here than you yoursell: Sae till I like I here sell bide. The Laird at this began to chile: Says he, My friend ye're turninn rude. Quoth Thrummy. I my claim make good, For here I just before you a'; The Rights of this Estate can ſhaw, And that is mair than ye can do. What! quo the Laird, can that be true ? 'Tis true, quoth Thrummy, look and see, D'ye think tha I wad tell a lie. The Parchments from his pouch then drew, And down upon the table threw. The Laird at this up to him ran, And cry'd, Whar did you get them, man Syne Thrummy tald him the tale As I've tald you baith clear and hale. The Laird at this was f d n fain, That he had a his rights ag ins An fi gui do n did tell, Beſides a preſent fine himſell.