extempore in the court of session

    tune—“killiercrankie.”

    lord advocate

    he clenched his pamphlet in his fist,

    he ed 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.