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!