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[ 5 ] Come, John let's in. we'll tak a ſ at Fat ſorrow gars you look fae blate? S e he gangs, and ſets him down; S s he. They're nae about your town S ll put m out till a new day, As l ng's I've filler for to pay. The Landlord ſaid Ye're rather raſh, To turn you out we fanna faſh, Since we're ſo poſitive to bide, But troth y fe fit by the fire-ſide; I tald e elſe of beds I've nane, Unocoupied, except bare ane; In it, I fear, ye winna ly, For ſtouteſt hearts hae aft been ſhy To venture in within the room, After the night begins to gloom; For in it they can ne'er get reſt, 'Tis haunted by a frightfu' ghaiſt; O ſels are terrified a' night, Sae ye may chance to get a fight Like that which ſome of our foke ſaw, For be ter till we gang awa', O elſe we'll maybe rue the day. Gaid faith. quo' John. I'm thinking fae B ter into the ne k to fit, T an fl 'd Gude keep's out o' our wit: Prefer e us ever frae all evil, I wadna like to f e the devil! (peace, W ſh gowk, quo' Thrummy, haul your Th fanna gar me quit this place; To great nor ſma' I ne' r did ill. N e ghaiſt nor deil my reſt ſhall ſnill.