Auld Brig

‘I doubtna, frien’, ye’ll think ye’re nae sheep-shank. Ance ye were streekit owre frae bank to bank! But gin ye be a brig as auld as me— Tho’, faith! that date, I doubt, ye’ll never see— There’ll be, if that day come, I’ll wad a boddle, Some fewer whigmaleeries in your noodle.’