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[ 7 ] Our trav'lers now being left alane: 'Cauſe that the froſt was nipping keen, Cooſt aff their ſhoon and warm'd their feet, And ſyne gade to their bed to ſleep. But cowardly John wi' fear was quaking, He coudna ſleep, but ſtill lay waking, Sae troubled wi' his panic fright, When near the twalt hour o' the night, That Thrummy waken'd, and thus ſpoke Preſerve'sǃ quo h he. I'm like to choak Wi' thirſt, an' I maun ha'e a drink; I will gang down the fair, I think, And grapple for the water-pail, O for a waught o' cawler ale! Johnny grips till him, an' ſay's, Na, I winna let you gang awa': Wow will ye gang and leave me here Alane, to die wi' perf ear? Riſe an' gae wi' me then, quoth Thrummy, Ye ſen eleſs gude-for- aething bummy, I'm only gaea to ſeek ſome water, I ill be back juſt in a clatter. Na, na, ſays John, I ll rather ly, But as I'm likewiſe ſomething dry, Gif ye can get a jug or cap, F ſh up to me a little drap. Ay, ay, quo' Thrummy, that I will, Altho' ye ſudna get a gill. Sae down he gaes to ſeek a drink, And then he thinks he ſees a blink O, light, that ſhone upo' the floor,