postscript

ye&039;ve heard this while how i&039;ve been lickit,

and by fell death was nearly nickit;

gri loon! he got by the fecket,

and sair sheuk;

but by gude ck i p a wicket,

and turn&039;d a neuk

but by that health, i&039;ve got a share o&039;t,

but by that life, i&039; prois&039;d air o&039;t,

y hale and wee, i&039;ll tak a care o&039;t,

a tentier way;

then farewell folly, hide and hair o&039;t,

for ance and aye!