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As gif the sun was shining bright;
The Ghaist was stanan at the door,
In the same dress he had afore;
And o'er anent it, at the wa',
Were ither apparitions twa.
Thrummy beheld them for a wee,
But deil a word as yet spoke he;
The spirits seem'd to kick a ba',
The Ghaist against the ither twa :
While close they drave baith back & fore,
Atween the chimla and the door.
He stops a while, and sees the play,
Syne, rinning up, he this did say:
Ane for ane may weel compare,
But twa for ane is rather sair ;
The play's nae equal, say I vow,
Dear brother Thrummy, I'll help you,
Then wi' his feet he kick'd the ba',
Gard it play stot against the wa':
Quick then, as lightning frae the sky,
The Spectres, with a horrid cry,
A' vanish'd in a clap o' thun'er,
While Thrummy at the same did won'er,
The room was quiet now and dark,
And Thrummy stirping in his sark;
Glauming the gate back to his bed,
He thinks he hears a person tread,
An' ere he gat without the door,
The Ghaist again stood him before,
And in his face did staring stand,
Wi' a big candle in its hand,
