Shrewd Willie Smellie To Crochallan Came, The Old Cock'D Hat, The Gray 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.