postscript

　　ye've heard this while how i've been lickit,

　　and by fell death was nearly nickit;

　　grim loon! he got me by the fecket,

　　and sair me sheuk;

　　but by gude luck i lap a wicket,

　　and turn'd a neuk.

　　but by that health, i've got a share o't,

　　but by that life, i'm promis'd mair o't,

　　my hale and wee, i'll tak a care o't,

　　a tentier way;

　　then farewell folly, hide and hair o't,

　　for ance and aye!