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 bitingrude,
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 boorden';
sittin at yon boorden,
and amang gude companie;
rattlin', roarin' willie,
you're welcome hame to me!