on ta the chapan

as ta the chapan on a day,

wi&039;death father&039;d by the way,

weel pleas&039;d, he greets a wight fao,

and death was nae less pleas&039;d wi&039; thoas,

wha cheerfully ys down his pack,

and there bws up a hearty crack:

his cial, friendly, honest heart

sae tickled death, they uld na part;

sae, after vieg knives and garters,

death taks hi ha to gie hi arters