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 The title deeds o' his estate,

Out o' the same I did him cheat;

I staw them frae where they did lye,

Some days afore the laird did die-

His son at that time was in France,

An' sae I thought I'd hae some chance,

Gif he should never come again,

That the estate would be my ain.

But scarcely three bare weeks were past,

When death did come an' grip me fast,

Sae sudden that I had nae power

The charter back for to restore.

Soon after that hame cam the heir,

An' syne gat up the refu' rair,

What sorrow was come o' the rights.

He sought them several days and nights;

But never yet ha'e they been seen,

As I aneath a muckle stane

Did hide them i' this chamber wa',

Weel sew'd up in a leather ba',

But I was ne'er allow'd to rest,

Until that I the same confest;

But this to do, I had nae power

Frae yon time to this vera hour;