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 Syne taks a jug, pu's out the pail,

An' fills it up o' the same ale

Frae under where the spectre sat,

An' up the stair wi' it he gat,

Took a guid drink, gied John anither,

But never tald him o' his brither

That he into the cellar saw.

Mair than he'd naething seen ava.

Right brown and nappy was the beer-

Whare he did get it, John did spier.

Says he, I'm sure ye needna care;

I'll gae an' see to get some mair.

Sae down the stair again he goes

To get a drink, anither dose;

Being positive to hae some mair,

But still he found the ghaist was there

Now on a butt, behind the door,

Says he, you did nae ill afore,

Dear brither Thrummy, sae I'll try

You ances again, because I'm dry;

Syne fills his jug right out below,

An' up the stair again does go.

John marvell'd sair, but didna spier

Again where he had got the beer-