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.
More verses by Robert Burns
- Song—anna, Thy Charms
- Song—braving Angry Winer's Storms
- The Bard At Inverary
- Farewell To The Banks Of Ayr
- The Author's Earnest Cry And Prayer