Balliol

"But all our praises, why should lords engross?Rise, Honest Muse, and sing the Man of Ross.

Who taught that Heaven directed spire to rise?'The Man of Ross,' each lisping babe replies.Behold the Market-place, with poor o'erspread,The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread.Is any sick? The Man of Ross relieves,Prescribes, attends, the med'cine makes and gives.Is there a variance? Enter but his door,Balked are the courts; and contest is no more."