On Celebrated Lawyers.

He clenched his pamphlets in his fist,

He quoted and he hinted,

Till, in a declamation-mist,

His argument he tint it:


He gaped for ‘t, he graiped for ‘t,

He fand it was awa, man;

But what his common sense came short,

He eke’d out wi law, man.

Robert Burns.


tint: lost.

[tint spelled out in the phonetic alphabet.]