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 Thrummy Cap,

A TALE.

IN ancient times, far i' the north, A hunder miles ayont the Forth, Upon a ſtormy winter day, Twa men forgather'd o' the way, Ane was a ſturdy bardoch chief, An' frae the weather happit w el, Wi' a mill'd plaining jock-y-coat, And eke he on his head had got A thrummy cap, baith large and ſtout, Wi' fl s a ind, as weeks a ſnout, W ilk b t on d cloſe ane th his chin, To keep the cauld fae getting in; Upon his legs he had gammaflies, W ilk f d term their atterdaſhes; An' on his hands, instead o' glo es, Large doddy i tens, whilk he'd rooſe F r a neſ, an' an alken ſtick, Nae verre lang, but unco thick, I til his ieve-he drave awa', A d ear'd for neither moſt nor ſna'. The tither was j the reverſe. O' claes and courage b th ss ſcarce. She in our tale, as we go on. I think we'd ca' him co ly J hn. Sae on they gade at a quid ſco r, Cauſe that they ſaw a gathering ſhow'r