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| Houletgless | ’s een flichtert up, an he l |
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ir that when he bummelt intae | Houletgless | ’s room at the crack o dawn, |
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ent o a new-fillt purse, Till | Houletgless | walked oot intae the street. |
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in St Andrews. The hostler an | Houletgless | baith kent that Till had lang |
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ynged yer mynd hiv ye, Mister | Houletgless | ? Weel, ah’m sorry tae disap |
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re no the anely guest, Mister | Houletgless | ,” the hostler said, “Nou, |
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orry ye feel that wey, Mister | Houletgless | . Gin ye think ye could manage |
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hou up an dancin its wey ower | Houletgless | ’s knuckles. For a meenit it |