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Whilk at my death was due to me;
This for thy trouble I'll gie thee,
An' I'll disturb this house nae mair,
Cause I'll be free frae a' my care.
This Thrummy promised to do,
An' syne the ghaist bade him adieu,
An' vanish't wi' a pleasant sound
Down through the laft an' through the ground.
Thrummy gaed back syne till his bed,
An' cowardly John was very glad,
That he his neighbour saw ance mair,
For o' his life he did despair.
Wow man! quo' he, where ha'e you been?
Come tell me a' fat ye hae seen?
Na, bide, says Thrummy, till day-light,
I'll tell you syne baith clear an' right.
Sae down they lay an' took a nap,
Until the ninth hour it did chap.
Whan John was sleeping, Thrummy raise,
An' to the chamber aff he gaes,
Taks out the stane out o' the wa',
An' soon he fand the leather ba',
Took out the rights, replac'd the stane,
Ere John kend weel whare he had been;
