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 6 For I defy the meiclde deil, And a his warks I wat fu' weel, Fat sorrow then makes you sae eery, Fling by yours and come be cheery, Landlord gin ye’ll mak up that bed, I promise I’ll be very glad Within the same a night to ly, If that the room be warm and dry. The Landlord says ye’se get a fire, An’ candles tod gin ye desire. Wi' bulks to read and for your bed, I'll order gie to get it made. John, says. As I'm a christian man, Wha never liked to curse nor bau, Nor steal, nor lie, nor drink, nor whore, I'll never gang within its door, ‘ But sit by the fireside a’ night, And gang awa wbeneer tis light, Says thrummy to him wi’ a glowre, Ye cowardly gouk I'll mak ye cowre, Come up the stair alang wi’me. And I shall caution for you be, Then Johnny faintly gae consent, And up stairs to the room they went. When soon they gat baith fire and light, To hand them hearty a’ the night, The landlord likewise gae them meat, As meikle as they baith could eat, Skew’d them their bed and had them gang To it whene’er they did think lang, Sae wishing them a guid repose, Straight to his ain bed quick he goes.