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They houkit his grave is Doukit’s kirk-yard,
E’en far frae the companie;
But when they were gawn to lay him i’the ⟨yird⟩
The feint a dead nor dead was he.
And when they brought him to Doukit’s ⟨kirk yard⟩,
He dunted on the kist, the boards did flee,
And when they were gawn to lay him i’the ⟨yird⟩
In fell the kist, and out lap he.
He cried, I’m cauld, I’m unca cauld,
Fu’ fast ran the fo’k, and fu’ fast ran he,
But he was first hame at his ain ingle-side,
And helpit to drink his ain dirgie.
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