It's strange that God should fash to frame The yearth and lift sae hie, An' clean forget to explain the same To a gentleman like me. They gutsy, donnered ither folk, Their weird they weel may dree; But why present a pig in a poke To a gentleman like me? They ither folk their parritch eat An' sup their sugared tea; But the mind is no to be wyled wi' meat Wi' a gentleman like me. They ither folk, they court their joes At gloamin' on the lea; But they're made of a commoner clay, I suppose, Than a gentleman like me. They ither folk, for richt or wrang, They suffer, bleed, or dee; But a' thir things are an emp'y sang To a gentleman like me. It's a different thing that I demand, Tho' humble as can be -- A statement fair in my Maker's hand To a gentleman like me: A clear account writ fair an' broad, An' a plain apologie; Or the deevil a ceevil word to God From a gentleman like me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRIST IN THE UNIVERSE by ALICE MEYNELL THE ORIGIN OF SONG-WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LILIES: 5. ETERNAL MURMURINGS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO HENRY WRIGHT, OF MOBBERLEY, ON BUYING THE PICTURE OF F. MALEBRANCHE by JOHN BYROM HAYING TIME IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY SPARKLING DROP OF WATER by HILDA CONKLING TALES OF THE HALL: BOOK 22. THE VISIT CONCLUDED by GEORGE CRABBE |