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 Sae troubled wi' his pannic fright.

When near the twalt hour o' the night,

That Thrummy waken't, and thus spoke,

Preserve's quo' he, I'm like to choke

Wi' thirst, an' I maun ha'e a drink;

I will gae down the stair I think,

An' graple for the water-pail;

O for a waught o' caller ale!

But Johnny says to him, na, na,

I winna let you gang awa;

Wow! will ye gang an' leave me here

My lane, to die wi' perfect fear?

Rise an' gae wi' me then, quo' Thrummy.

Ye senseless guid for naething bummy

I'm only gaun to seek some water,

An' i'll be back just in a clatter.

Na, na, says John, I'll rather ly,

But as I'm likewise something dry,

Gin ye can get a jug or cap,

Fetch up to me a little drap.

Aye, aye, says Thrummy, that I will,

Although you sudna get a gill.

Sae down he gaes to seek a drink,

An' syne he thinks he sees a blink