Extempore In The Court Of Session

Robert Burns - Non-Music, Romanticism (Literature)
Extempore In The Court Of Session
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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. [Footnote 1: William Dunbar, W. S., of the Crochallan Fencibles, a convivial club.]
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- Robert Burns