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!