Were it no for my helpless bairns I wadna care to dee.
This line doubles as a potential moment of autobiographical poetry for Johnston. In her autobiography, published in the same book as "The Last Sark," she writes that even though the abuses of her youth left her suicidal many a time:
"I did not, however, feel inclined to die when I could no longer conceal what the world falsely calls a woman’s shame. No, on the other hand, I never loved life more dearly and longed for the hour when I would have something to love me-and my wish was realised by becoming the mother of a lovely daughter on the 14th of September, 1852."
After the birth of her daughter, her tone toward her personal death in her autobiography shifts, no longer claiming suicidal ideation, and instead a will to live.