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 Quo' Thrummy, friend, I want to know

What brings you frae the shades below,

I, in my maker's name, command,

Ye'll tell your story just aff hand,

What wad ye hae? I'll do my best

For you, to let you be at rest

Then says the ghaist, 'tis forty year

Sin I've been doom'd to wander here ;

In a' that time, there has been none

Behav'd sae bold as you ha'e done;

Sae if ye'll do a job for me,

Disturbance mair I'll never gi'e.

Say on your tale, quo' Thrummy, I

To gi'e you justice, sure will try.

Then mark me weel, the ghaist reply'd,

An' you shall soon be satisfie'd.

Frae this aback, near fifty year,

I o' this place was overseer,

Whan this laird's father had the land,

A' thing was then at my command,

Wi' power to do as I thought fit,

In ilka cause I chief did sit;

The laird paid great respect to me,

But I an ill return did gie;