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 But I've reveal'd it a' to you,

An' now I'll tell you what to do,

Till nae langsyne, nae mony kent

That this same laird the rights did want;

But now they hae him at the law,

An' the neist ouk the laird maun shaw,

Afore the court the rights o's land-

This pits him till an unco stand;

For gif he disna shaw them there,

O' a' his lands he'll be stript bare;

Nae hope has he to save's estate;

This maks him sour and unco blate.

He canna think whare's rights may be

An' ne'er expects them mair to see.

But now, my friend, mark what I tell,

An' ye'll get something to yoursel':

Tak out that stane there i' the wa,

An' then you'll get the leather ba',

Its just the same that you did see,

When you said that ye wad help me-

The rights are sew'd up in its heart,

But see ye dinna wi' them part,

Until the laird sall pay you down

Just fifty guineas an' a crown,