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Sall put me ont till a new day,Lang as I've siller for to pay,The Landlord said, Ye're rather rush,To turn von out I canna fash,Since ye're so positive to bide,But troth yese sit by the fire-side;I tald ye else of beds I've name,Unnocupied, except bare ane;In it, I fear, ye winna ly;For stoutest heart has aft been shyTo 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 or our fowk saw,Gar 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 of ont wit;Preserve us ever frae all evil,I widna like to see the devel!Whisht gowk, quo Thrummy, haud your peaceThat sanna gar me quit this place;Nor great nor sma' I ne'er did ill,The ghaist 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 erry?Fling by your fears, and come be cheery,Landlord gin ye'll mak up that bed,I promise I'll be verra glad,
