mr. william smellie—a sketch

    shrewd willie smellie to crochallan 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 uncomb'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 crochallan,

    i cannilie keekit ben;

    rattlin', roarin' willie

    was sittin at yon boord-en';

    sittin at yon boord-en,

    and amang gude companie;

    rattlin', roarin' willie,

    you're welcome hame to me!