  "Ye Barristers of England Your triumphs idle are, Till ye can match the names that ring Round Caledonia's Bar. Your John Doe and your Richard Roe Are but a paltry pair: Look at those who compose The flocks round Brodie's Stair, Who ruminate on Shaw and Tait And flock round Brodie's Stair. ***** "But, Barristers of England, Come to us lovingly, And any Scot who greets you not We'll send to Coventry. Put past your brief, embark for Leith, And when you've landed there, Any wight with delight Will point out Brodie's Stair Or lead you all through Fountainhall Till you enter Brodie's Stair." Outram: Legal and other Lyrics. |
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