mr. william smellie—a sketch
shrewd willie smellie to cro came;
the old cock'd hat, the grey surtout the same;
his bristling beard just rising in its might,
'twas four long nights and days to shaving night:
his unb'd grizzly locks, wild staring, thatch'd
a head for thought profound and clear, unmatch'd;
yet tho' his caustic wit was biting-rude,
his heart was warm, benevolent, and good.
rattlin', roarin' willie
as i cam by cro,
i ilie keekit ben;
rattlin', roarin' willie
was sittin at yon boord-en';
sittin at yon boord-en,
and amang gude panie;
rattlin', roarin' willie,
you're wele hame to me!