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Within the same a' night to lie,
If that the room be warm and dry,
The Landlord says, Ye'se get a fire,
And candle too gin ye desire
Wi' beuks to read; and for your bed,
I'll orders gie, to get it made,
John says, as I'm a Christian man,
Who never likes to curse nor ban,
Nor steal, nor lie, nor drink, nor roar.
I'll never gang within its door,
But sit by the fireside a' night,
And gang awa' whene'er 'tis light.
Says Thrummy till him, wi' a glow'r,
Ye cowardly gowk I'll mak ye cow’r;
Come up the stair alang wi' me,
And I shall caution for ye be.
Then Johny faintly gaed consent,
Sine up the stairs to the room they went,
Where soon they gat baith fire and light,
To haud them hearty a' the night;
The Landlord likewise gave them meat;
Meikle as they baith could eat;
Shew'd them their bed and bade them gang
To it, whene'er they did think lang;
Sae wishing them a gude repose
Straight down to his ain bed he goes,
Our trav'llers now being left alane,
'Cause that the frost was nipping keen,
Coost aff their shoon, and warme'd their feet,
Then soon gaed to their bed to sleep.
But cowardly John wi' fear was quaking,
He couldna sleep but still lay waking,
Sae troubled with his panic fright,
When near the twalt hour o' the night,
If that the room be warm and dry,
The Landlord says, Ye'se get a fire,
And candle too gin ye desire
Wi' beuks to read; and for your bed,
I'll orders gie, to get it made,
John says, as I'm a Christian man,
Who never likes to curse nor ban,
Nor steal, nor lie, nor drink, nor roar.
I'll never gang within its door,
But sit by the fireside a' night,
And gang awa' whene'er 'tis light.
Says Thrummy till him, wi' a glow'r,
Ye cowardly gowk I'll mak ye cow’r;
Come up the stair alang wi' me,
And I shall caution for ye be.
Then Johny faintly gaed consent,
Sine up the stairs to the room they went,
Where soon they gat baith fire and light,
To haud them hearty a' the night;
The Landlord likewise gave them meat;
Meikle as they baith could eat;
Shew'd them their bed and bade them gang
To it, whene'er they did think lang;
Sae wishing them a gude repose
Straight down to his ain bed he goes,
Our trav'llers now being left alane,
'Cause that the frost was nipping keen,
Coost aff their shoon, and warme'd their feet,
Then soon gaed to their bed to sleep.
But cowardly John wi' fear was quaking,
He couldna sleep but still lay waking,
Sae troubled with his panic fright,
When near the twalt hour o' the night,
