a fiddler in the north
tuhe king o' france he rade a race.”
amang the trees, where humming bees,
at buds and flowers were hinging, o,
auld caledon drew out her drone,
and to her pipe was singing, o:
'tibroch, sang, strathspeys, and reels,
she dirl'd them aff fu' clearly, o:
when there cam' a yell o' fn squeels,
that daapsalteerie, o.
their craws an' queer “ha, ha's,”
they made s grow eerie, o;
the hungry bike did scrape and fyke,
till we were wae and weary, o:
but a royal ghaist, wha ance was cas'd,
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