epigram at roslin inn

　　my blessings on ye, honest wife!

　　i ne'er was here before;

　　ye've wealth o' gear for spoon and knife—

　　heart could not wish for more.

　　heav'n keep you clear o' sturt and strife,

　　till far ayont fourscore,

　　and while i toddle on thro' life,

　　i'll ne'er gae by your door!