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 Says Thrummy till him wi' a glowr

Ye cowardly gouk-i'll mak ye cour!

Come ye up stairs alang wi' me,

An' I sall cation for you be,

For I defy the muckle deil,

An' a' his warks I wat fu' weel;

Fat tarry then maks you sae eery?

Fling by your fears an' come be cheery.

Syne Johnny faintly gae consent,

An' up the stair they quickly went,

Whare soon they gat baith fire and light

To had them hearty a' the night;

The landlord likewise gae them meat

As muckle as they weel cou'd eat,

Shaw'd them their bed, and bade them gang

Till it, whene'er they did think lang;

Sae wishing them a good repose,

Straight then to his ain bed he goes

Our travellers now being left alane,

'Cause that the frost was nippin' keen,

Coost aff their shoon an' warm't their feet,

An' syne gade to their bed to sleep;

But cow'rdly John wi' fear was quakin',

He coudna sleep but still lay wakin',