Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 18801918. Vol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke | | The Counterblast Ironical | By Robert Louis Stevenson (18501894) |
| ITS 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. | |
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Thae gusty, donnered ither folk, | 5 |
Their weird they weel may dree; | |
But why present a pig in a poke | |
To a gentleman like me? | |
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Thae ither folk their parritch eat | |
An sup their sugared tea; | 10 |
But the mind is no to be wyled wi meat | |
Wi a gentleman like me. | |
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Thae ither folk, they court their joes | |
At gloamin on the lea; | |
But theyre made of a commoner clay, I suppose, | 15 |
Than a gentleman like me. | |
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Thae ither folk, for richt or wrang, | |
They suffer, bleed, or dee; | |
But a thir things are an empy sang | |
To a gentleman like me. | 20 |
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Its a different thing that I demand, | |
Tho humble as can be | |
A statement fair in my makers hand | |
To a gentleman like me. | |
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A clear account writ fair an broad | 25 |
An a plain apologie; | |
Or the deevil a ceevil word to God | |
From a gentleman like me. | | | |
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