LORD ADVOCATEHE clenched his pamphlet in his fist, <br />He quoted and he hinted, <br />Till, in a declamation-mist, <br />His argument he tint it: <br />He gapèd for't, he grapèd for't, <br />He fand it was awa, man; <br />But what his common sense came short, <br />He eked out wi' law, man. <br /> <br /> <br />MR. ERSKINECollected, Harry stood awee, <br />Then open'd out his arm, man; <br />His Lordship sat wi' ruefu' e'e, <br />And ey'd the gathering storm, man: <br />Like wind-driven hail it did assail' <br />Or torrents owre a lin, man: <br />The BENCH sae wise, lift up their eyes, <br />Half-wauken'd wi' the din, man.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/152-extempore-in-the-court-of-session/
