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Just in the dress that he coost aff,
A thrummy and an aiken staff,
Gammashes and the jockey coat;
And in its hand the Ghaist had got
A big four-legged timber bicker,
Fill'd to the brim wi' nappy liquor,
Our hero at the spectre stared,
But neither daunted was not car'd,
But to the Ghaist stright up did step,
An' says, dear brother, Thrummy, Cap,
The warst ye surely dinna drink,
So I wi' you will taste I think;
Syne took a jug, pou'd out the pail,
And fill'd it up wi' the same ale,
Frae under where the spectre sat,
And then up stairs with gat;
Took a gude drink, gae John anither,
But never tald him o' his bri'her
That he inta the cellar saw,
Mair than he'd naething seen ava,
Light brown and nappy was the beer:
Whar did you get it? John did speir,
Says Thrummy, sure ye needna care,
I'll gae and try and get some mair,
Sae down the stair again he goes,
To get o' drink anither dose.
Being positive to hae some mair
But still he faud the Ghaist was there.
Now on a butt behind the door:
Says he, ye didn't ill before,
Dear brother Thrummy, sae I'll try
You ance again, because I'm dry.
He fills his jug stright out below,
An' up the stair again does go.
A thrummy and an aiken staff,
Gammashes and the jockey coat;
And in its hand the Ghaist had got
A big four-legged timber bicker,
Fill'd to the brim wi' nappy liquor,
Our hero at the spectre stared,
But neither daunted was not car'd,
But to the Ghaist stright up did step,
An' says, dear brother, Thrummy, Cap,
The warst ye surely dinna drink,
So I wi' you will taste I think;
Syne took a jug, pou'd out the pail,
And fill'd it up wi' the same ale,
Frae under where the spectre sat,
And then up stairs with gat;
Took a gude drink, gae John anither,
But never tald him o' his bri'her
That he inta the cellar saw,
Mair than he'd naething seen ava,
Light brown and nappy was the beer:
Whar did you get it? John did speir,
Says Thrummy, sure ye needna care,
I'll gae and try and get some mair,
Sae down the stair again he goes,
To get o' drink anither dose.
Being positive to hae some mair
But still he faud the Ghaist was there.
Now on a butt behind the door:
Says he, ye didn't ill before,
Dear brother Thrummy, sae I'll try
You ance again, because I'm dry.
He fills his jug stright out below,
An' up the stair again does go.
