Lord Advocate
He clenched his pamphlet in his fist,
He quoted and he hinted,
Till, in a declamation-mist,
His argument he tintit:
He gaped for’t, he graped for’t,
He fandit was awa, man;
Butwhat his common sense came short,
He eked out wi’ law, man.
Mr. Erskine
Collected, Harry stood awee,
Then open’d out his arm, man;
His Lordship sat wi’ ruefu’ e’e,
And ey’d the gathering storm, man:
Like wind-driven hailit did assail’
Ortorrents owrea lin, man:
The Bench saewise, liftup their eyes,
Half-wauken’d wi’the din, man.