Classic Poem

Ye needna speer, Catriona, nae spaewife yet could tell
Hoo short or lang for you an' me the tack o' life will rin,
We 'll better jist dree oot the span as we hae dane the ell,
Content gin mony towmonds still we 're left to store the kin,

Or this the last we 'll see the rocks tashed wi' the weary seas;
Hae sense an' set the greybeard oot; wi' life sae short for a'
They 're daft that plan ae ook ahead: Time keeks asklent an' flees
E'en as we crack; the nicht is oors, the morn may never daw.