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!