Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 246. Song—Robin Shure in Hairst |
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| HIS face with smile eternal drest, | |
| Just like the Landlord’s to his Guest’s, | |
| High as they hang with creaking din, | |
| To index out the Country Inn. | |
| He looked just as your sign-post Lions do, | 5 |
| With aspect fierce, and quite as harmless too. | |
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A head, pure, sinless quite of brain and soul, | |
| The very image of a barber’s Poll; | |
| It shews a human face, and wears a wig, | |
| And looks, when well preserv’d, amazing big. | 10 |
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