Extempore In The Court Of Session

Tune—"Killiercrankie."

Lord Advocate

He clenched his pamphlet in his fist,

He quoted and he hinted,

Till, in a declamation-mist,

His argument he tint it:

He gaped for't, he graped for't,

He fand it was awa, man;

But what 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 hail it did assail'

Or torrents owre a lin, man:

The Bench sae wise, lift up their eyes,

Half-wauken'd wi' the din, man.