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LATE in the nicht in bed I lay, / The winds were at their weary play, / An' tirlin' wa's an' skirlin' wae / Through Heev'n they battered; - / On-ding o' hail, on-blaff o' spray, / The tempest blattered.
The masoned house it dinled through; / It dung the ship, it cowped the coo'.