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 O' light that shone upo' the floor,

Out through the key-hole o' a door,

Whilk was nae fast, but stood ajee;

Whatever's there he thinks he'll see.

He bauldy o'er the threshold ventures,

An' in within the cellar enters;

But reader, judge o' his surprise,

When there he saw, with wond'ring eyes,

A spacious vault, weel filled wi' casks

O' reamin' ale, an' some big flasks,

An' strideleg o'er a cask o' ale,

He saw the likeness o' himsel',

Just i' the dress that he coost aff;

A thrummy cap, an' aikin staff.

Gamashes and a jockey coat,

An' in his hand the ghaist had got

A big four luggit timmer bicker,

Fill'd to the brim wi' reamin' liquor.

Our hero at the spectre star'd,

But neither daunted was nor fear'd ;

He to the ghaist straight up did step,

An' says, dear brother Thrummy Cap,

The warst ye surely dinna drink;

I'll try the same o' yours I think;