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on the te capta grose&039;s peregrations thro&039; stnd

llectg the antiities of that kgdo

hear, nd o&039; cakes, and brither sts,

frae aidenkirk to johnie groat&039;s;—

if there&039;s a hole a&039; your ats,

i rede you tent it:

a chield&039;s aang you tak notes,

and, faith, he&039;ll prent it:

if your bounds ye chance to light

upon a fe, fat fodl wight,

o&039; stature short, but ni bright,

that&039;s he, ark weel;

and wow! he has an un sleight

o&039; cauk and keel

by auld, houlet-haunted bigg,

or kirk deserted by its rigg,

it&039;s ten to ane ye&039;ll fd hi snug

eldritch part,

wi&039; deils, they say, lord save&039;s! lleagu

at bck art

ilk ghaist that haunts auld ha&039; or chaur,

ye gipsy-gang that deal gour,

and you, deep-read hell&039;s bck graar,

warlocks and witches,

ye&039;ll ake at his njurg har,

ye idnight bitches

it&039;s tauld he was a dr bred,

and ane wad rather fa&039;n than fled;

but now he&039;s at the spurtle-bde,

and dog-sk wallet,

and taen the—antiarian trade,

i thk they call it

he has a fouth o&039; auld nick-nackets:

rty airn caps and jgl jackets,

wad haud the lothians three tackets,

a towont gude;

and parritch-pats and auld saut-backets,

before the flood

of eve&039;s first fire he has a cder;

auld tubalca&039;s fire-shool and fender;

that which distguished the nder

o&039; baa&039;s ass:

a broostick o&039; the witch of endor,

weel shod wi&039; brass

forbye, he&039;ll shape you aff fu&039; gleg

the cut of ada&039;s philibeg;

the knife that nickit abel&039;s craig

he&039;ll prove you fully,

it was a fauldg jocteleg,

or ng-kail gullie

but wad ye see hi his glee,

for ikle glee and fun has