Poems and Songs of R 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!