epigram at roslin inn

    my blessings on ye, honest wife!

    i ne'er was here before;

    ye've wealth o' gear for spoon and knife—

    heart could not wish for more.

    heav'n keep you clear o' sturt and strife,

    till far ayont fourscore,

    and while i toddle on thro' life,

    i'll ne'er gae by your door!