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Sall put me out till a new day,
As lang's I've siller for to pay.
The Landlord said, Ye're rather rash,
To turn you out I canna fash,
Since ye're so positive to bide,
But troth sit by the fire-side;
I tald ye else of beds I've nane,
Unoccupied, except bare ane;
In it, I fear, ye winna ly;
For stoutest hearts has aft, been shy
To venture in within the room,
After the night begins to gloom;
For in it they can ne'er get rest,
'Tis haunted by a frightful ghaist;
Oursels are terrified a' night,
Sae ye may chance to get a sight,
Like that which some o' our fowk saw,
Far better still ye gang awa,
Or else ye'll maybe rue the day.
Guide faith quo' John, I'm thinking sae;
Better into the neuk to sit,
Than fla'd, Gude keep's, out o' our wit;
Preserve us ever frae all evil,
I wadna like to see the devil!
Whislit gowk, quo' Thrummy, hand your peace
That sanna gar me quit this place,
Nor great nor sma' I ne'er did ill,
The chaist nor deil my rest shall spill.
I will defy the meikle deil,
And a' his warks I wat fu' weel;
What the sorrow then maks you sae eery?
Fling by your fears, and come be cheery,
Landlord gin ye'll mak up that bed,
I promise I'll be verra glad,
