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 Or else ye'll maybe rue e'er day

Guid faith, quo' John, I'm thinking sae

Better intil the neuk to sit,

Than fley'd, guid keeps! out o' our wit;

The Lord preserve me frae a' evil,

I widna like to see the Devil,

Whisht! gouk, quo' Thrummy, had your peace,

That sanna gar me leave this place;

To grit or sma' I ne'er did ill,

Nae ghaist or deil my rest shall spill.

Landlord, gin ye'll mak up that bed,

I promise I'll be vera glad

Intil the same a' night to ly,

Gin that the room be warm and' dry,

The landlord says, ye’se get a fire

An' candle too, gin ye desire,

Wi' beuks to read, an' for your bed

I'll orders gie to get it made.

John says as I'm a Christain man,

Wha never lik'd to curse nor ban,

Nor steal, nor lie, nor drink nor whore,

I'll never gang within the door,

But stay by the fire-side a' night,

An' gang awa' whane'er 'tis light.