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 THRUMMY CAP, A TALE.

IN ancient times, far i’ the north' A hundred miles ayont the Forth, Upon astormy winter day, Twa men for gather'd on the way, Ane was a sturdy bardoch chiel, An frae the weather happii weel, Wi’ a mill’d plaiding Jockey-coat. And eke he on his head had got A thrummy cap, baith large and stout. Wi’ a shout, Whilk button’d close aneath his chin, To keep the cauld frae getting in; Upon his legs he had gammashes, Whilk sodgers ferm their spatter dashes; An' on his hands instesd o'glo'es, Large doddy mittens, wkilk he'd roose For, an’ an aiken stick, Nae very hang ,but thick, Until he move -he drave awa', And for neither trust nor sna'. The was jist the reverse, O' clase and {{illegible}baith was scearce, Sae in our tale, as we go on, I think we’l ea him cow’rdly John. Sae on they gade at a guid scour, ’Cause that they saw a gath'ring show'r