The prophecies of Thomas the Rhymer, and the comical story of Thrummy Cap, the Ghaist.

  • Thomas, of Ercildoune, 1219-1299.
Date:
[1840?]
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Credit: The prophecies of Thomas the Rhymer, and the comical story of Thrummy Cap, the Ghaist. Source: Wellcome Collection.

Provider: This material has been provided by The Royal College of Surgeons of England. The original may be consulted at The Royal College of Surgeons of England.

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    But gin yc gang but twa miles ferret, Aside the kirk dwalls Bobbie Dorret, Wlia keeps a change bouse, sells guid drink, His house you may mak out I think. Quoth Thrummy, That’s o’er far awa, The roads arc sae blawn up wi’ snaw. To mak it is not in our power ; For look ye, there a gathering shower Is coming on—you’ll let us bide, Tho’ we should sit by the fire-side. The Landlord said to him, Na, na I canna let you bide ava, Chap off, for ’tis no worth your while To bide, when ye liao scrimp twa mile To gang—sac quickly aif ye’ll steer, For faith, I doubt yo’U nao be here. Twa mile! quo’ Thrummy, de’il speed mo If frae your house this night I jeo ; Are we to starve in Christian land? As hang’s my stick bides in my hand, An’ silver plenty in my pouch, To nane about your house I’ll crouch ; Landlord, you ncedna be sac rude, I or faith we’ll make our quarters good. Come, John, let’s in, we’ll tako a seat. Fat sorrow gars you look sae Mate ? Sae in he gangs and sets him down : Says he, They’re nane about your town Sail put me out, till a new-day, As lang’s I’ve siller for to pay. The Landlord said, Ye’re rather rash, To turn yc out wo sanna fash, Since ye’re sae positive to bide, But troth ye’s sit by the fire-side ; I tald ye else ot beds I’ve nano Unoccupied, except bare anc, In it, I tear yo winna lye, For stoutest hearts have aft been shy