Mr. William Smellie-A Sketch

      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. 

Rattlin', Roarin' Willie[1]

      As I cam by Crochallan,      I cannilie keekit ben;      Rattlin', roarin' Willie      Was sittin at yon boord-en';      Sittin at yon boord-en,      And amang gude companie;      Rattlin', roarin' Willie,      You're welcome hame to me! 
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William Dunbar, W. S., of the Crochallan Fencibles, a convivial club.