Classic Poem

TO BE PUT AT THE FOOT OF JONAS HAMILKTON OF COLDCOAT'S PICTURE, DRAWN BY — — —

P AINTER , thou hast now with good grace,
Drawn me Coldcoat's martial face,
And manly looks, which do discover
Something likewise of the lover;
His Roman nose, and swarthy hue,
To all doth testify and shew,
To none alive that he will yield,
In Venus's camp, or Mars's field;
For Wor'ster fight, and Nanny Fell,
His valiant deeds and feats can tell.
No less for Bacchus shall his name
Stand in the register of fame;
Save Coldcoat, none Dalhousie knew
Who Jonas could at drink subdue;
Brave Nicolson, who's in his grave,
Did from his many a parley crave;
Drummond, who's yet alive, can tell
How from them all he bore the bell.
No Epitaph we need on stone,
To mind this hero when he's gone,
His name and fame shall surely stand
While Session Books there's in the land.