Postscript
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!