for my gowd guinea,
tho' i should herd the buckskin kye
for't in virginia.
trowth, they had muckle for to bme!
'twas her broken wing nor limb,
but twa-three draps about the wame,
scarce thro' the feathers;
an' baith a yellow gee to cim,
an' thole their blethers!
it pits me aye as mad's a hare;
so i rhyme nor write nae mair;
but pennyworths again is fair,
when time's expedient:
meanwhile i am, respected sir,
your most obedient.