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!