HIS face with smile eternal drest,
Just like the Landlords to his Guests,
High as they hang with creaking din,
To index out the Country Inn.
He looked just as your sign-post Lions do,
With aspect fierce, and quite as harmless too.
A head, pure, sinless quite of brain and soul,
The very image of a barbers Poll;
It shews a human face, and wears a wig,
And looks, when well preservd, amazing big.
246. SongRobin Shure in Hairst
written byRobert Burns
© Robert Burns