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
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