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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.