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 To gang awa, and when 'tis day

Will pack our awls an' tak our way.

The landlord says, "O beds we've nane,

" Our ain fouk they will scarce contain;

" But gin ye gang but twa miles forat,

" Aside the kirk dwals Robby Dorat,

" wha keeps a change, an' sells guid drink,

" His house ye may mak out I think."

Quo' Thrummy that's owre far awa,

The roads are sae blawn up wi' snaw,

To mak it, is nae in our power,

For look ye, sic a dismal shower

Is comin' on; ye'll lat us bide,

Though we sude sit at your fire-side.

The landlord says to him, "na, na,

" I canna keep you here ava;

" Shamp aff, it is nae worth your while

" To byde, fan ye hae scrimp twa mile

" To gang; sae quickly aff ye'll steer,

" For faith I doubt ye's nae be here."

Twa mile, quo Thrummy deil speed me

If frae your house this night I gae;

Are we to starve in Christain land,

As lang as my stick bides i' my hand,