Sketch

  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!