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!