Here are the remaining verses from Hamish Henderson’s powerful dialogue between life and death. Life has the last word. (Hamish Henderson: Collected Poems and Songs, Curly Snake Publishing, £9.99).

THE FLYTING O’ LIFE AND DAITH

Quo life, the warld is mine.

Dule on your een! Ae galliard hert

Can ban tae hell your blackest airt

Quo life, the warld is mine.

Quo daith, the warld is mine.

Your rantin’ hert, in duddies braw,

He winna lowp my preeson wa’

Quo daith, the warld is mine.

Quo life, the warld is mine.

Though ye bigg preesons o’ marble stane

Hert’s luve ye cannae preeson in

Quo life, the warld is mine.

Quo daith, the warld is mine.

I hae dug a grave, I hae dug it deep,

For war an’ the pest will gar ye sleep.

Quo daith, the warld is mine.

Quo life, the warld is mine.

An open grave is a furrow syne.

Ye’ll no keep my seed frae fa’in in.

Quo life, the warld is mine.