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/ I dinna ken what is the maitter wi' Jeams, / He canna get sleepit at nicht for his dreams, / An' aye when he waukens he granes and he screams / Till he fair pits the shakers on me!
Can ye no mak' up somethin' to gie him a sleep? / I'm tellin' ye, doctor, he gars my flesh creep, / Till I'm that fu' o' nerves that the verra least cheep / Noo juist fair pits the shakers on me!