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 These spirits seemed to kick a ba',

The ghaist against the ither twa;

Whilk close they drove, baith back an' fore,

Atween the chimla an' the door.

Thrummy awhile beheld the play;

Syne running up, he thus did say:

" Ane for ane may weel compare,

" But twa for ane is rather sair;

" The play's nae equal, sae I vow,

" Dear brither Thrummy, I'll help you."

Syne wi' his foot he kick'd the ba',

Gard her play stot against the wa';

Quick then, as light'ning frae the sky,

The spectres gae a horrid cry,

An' vanish'd wi' a clap o' thunner,

While Thrummy at the same did wonner.

The room was quiet now an' mirk,

An' Thrummy stilping in his sark;

Glamping the gate back till his bed,

He thinks he hears a person tread,

An' ere he gat within the door,

The ghaist again stood him before ;

Straight up afore him it did stand

Wi' a large candle in its hand.