Your canny as canny be, nae slouch or frivolous spend thrift ye, who's coins to feered to leave it's purse, in-case it's ye'sed to quench the thirst, o' the ither who's just stood ye one -now sitting empty as a drouthy burn as he waits on you ta'e stand yer turn.
He taps his glass, he looks at you, a bead o sweat runs doon yer broo ther'es na'e way oot o' this one noo. Ye steady yer'sel you are resined, ta'e pay the ither back in kind, but then an idea springs ta'e mind.
Ye dig deep, ye rummage roond, the ither hopes it's coin ye've foond, but you pull oot yer watch instead, his face is thunder, yours turns red . but not of shame but by reprieve, for the precious coin that's just been saved.
Jings, is that the time you will exclaim, it's high time you were getting hame. So as you prepare to go your way i'll catch you next time you will say, and pat the purse that's hidden away, yer coinage safe for another day.
The end
