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 The laird at this up to him ran,

An' cry'd, whare did you get them, man?

Syne Thrummy tald him a' the tale,

As I've tald you baith clear an' hale;

The laird at this was fidgin' fain,

That he wad get his rights again,

An' fifty guineas down did tell,

Besides a present frae himsell.

Thrummy him thank't an' then the gowd

Intil a muckle purse he stow'd,

An' crammed it in his oxter pouch,

An' syne sought out his aiken crutch,

Says, fare ye weel, I maun awa,

An' see gin I get thro' the sna'.

Weel fare yer weel, replied the laird,

But how comes it ye hinna shar'd

Or gi'en your neighbour o' the money?

Na! by my saul I, Sir, quo' Thrummy,

Whan I this siller sair did win,

To haud in this wad be a sin.

Afore that I the ghaist had laid,

The nasty beast had s--t the bed.

An' sae my tale I here do end,

I hope no one it will offend;