On Lord Islay's Garden at Whitton, on Hounslow Heath

Old Islay, to show his fine delicate taste,
In improving his garden purloin'd from the waste;
Bade his gard'ner one morning lay open his views,

By cutting a couple of grand avenues.
No particular prospect his Lordship intended,
But left it to chance how his walks should be ended,

With transport and joy he perceiv'd his first view end
In a favourite prospect — a church that was ruin'd;
But alas! what a sight did the next cut exhibit.

At the end of the walk hung a rogue on a gibbet!
He beheld it and wept, for it caused him to muse on
Full many a Campbell that died with his shoes on.

All amazed and aghast at the ominous scene.
He ordered it quick to be closed up again.
With a clump of Scotch fir trees by way of a screen.