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[ 8 ] Which was na faſt, but ſtood a-jee; Whatever s there he thi ks he'll ſee: S bauldly o'er the threſhold ventures, And in wit in the door he enters. But, Reader judge of the ſurpriſe, When there he ſaw, with wondering eyes, A ſpacious vault, weel ſtor'd wi' ſks O' reaming ale, and ſome bi fi ſks, An' ſtride-legs owre a caſk, o' ale, He ſaw the likeneſs o' himſel, Juſt in the dres that he cooſt ff, A thrummy cap and aiken ſtaff, Gammaſhes and the-jocky-coat; And in its hand the Ghaist had got A big four-legged timber bicker, F d to the brim wi' n ppy liquor. Our hero at he p ttre star'd, But neither daunted a nor ear'd, Bu t t e Ghaist ſtraight up did ſtep, An' ſays, Dear brother, Thrummy Cap, The warſt ye ſurely dinna drink. Syne took jug, po 'd out the pail, And fil 'd it p wi' the ſame ale Frae under where the ſpectre ſat, And up the ſtair wi' it he gat; Took a gude drink, gae John anither, But never tald im o' his brither T a he into the cellar ſaw, Mair n he'd naething ſeen awa. Righ brown and n pp was the beer; Whar did og ut? John did pier. Says Thrummy, Sure ye needna care,