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 Syne baith cam stepping down the stair,

The morning now was calm an' fair.

Weel, says the laird, my trusty frien',

Ha'e ye ought i' your chamber seen?

Quo' Thrummy, Sir, I naething saw,

That did me ony ill ava.

Weel, quo' the laird, ye now may gang,

Ye ken the day's nae very lang,

I' the mean time 'tis calm an clear,

Ye lose your time in biding here.

Quo' Thrummy, Sir, mark what I tell,

I've mair right here than you yoursell,

Sae till I like, I here shall bide.

The Laird at this began to chide;

Says he, my friend, ye're turnin' rude;

Quo' Thrummy, I'll my claim mak' guid,

For I, just here afore you a',

The rights o' this estate can shaw,

An' that is mair than ye can do.

What! quo the laird, can that be true?

'Tis true, quo' Thrummy look an' see,

D'ye think that I wad tell a lie?

The papers frae his pouch then drew,

An' down upo' the table threw.