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!