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  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! ↑返回顶部↑