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!