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.

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