And had sae fortified the part
That, when I lookèd to my dart,
It was sae blunt,
Fient haet o't wad hae pierc'd the heart Devil a bit
O' a kail-runt. cabbage stalk
‘I drew my scythe in sic a fury
I near-hand cowpit wi' my hurry, upset
But yet the bauld Apothecary
Withstood the shock;