SHREWD Willie Smellie to Crochallan came;
The old cockd hat, the grey surtout the same;
His bristling beard just rising in its might,
Twas four long nights and days to shaving night:
His uncombd grizzly locks, wild staring, thatchd
A head for thought profound and clear, unmatchd;
Yet tho his caustic wit was biting-rude,
His heart was warm, benevolent, and good.
149. Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch
written byRobert Burns
© Robert Burns