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I'll gae and try to get some mair. Sae down the stair again he goes, To get o' drink, anither dose, Being positive to hae some mair: But still he faund the Ghaist was there. Now on a butt behind the door: Says he, Ye didna ill before, Dear brother Thrummy, sae i'll try You once again, because I'm dry. He fills his jug straight out below, An' up the stair again does go, John marvell'd sair, but didna speer Again where he did get the beer, For it was stronger than the first, Sae they baith drank till like to burst, Syne did compose themselves to rest, To sleep a while they thought it best. An hour in bed they hadna been, And scarcely weel had closed their een, Whan just into the neighbouring cham'er, They heard a dreadful din and clamour, Beneath the bed-claes John did cowr, But Thrummy jumped upon the floor, Him by the sark-tail John did haud, Lie still, quoth he, fat, are you mad? Thrummy then gaed a hasty jump, And took John in the ribs a thump, Till on the bed he tumbled down, In little better than a swoon, While Thrummy, fast as he could rin, Set off to see fat made the din. The chamber seem'd to him as light,