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...THE WRECK OF THE CIRCUS TRAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH PSALM 8. MAN'S PLACE IN CREATION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE COLUMBUS by EDWARD EVERETT HALE A FARM PICTURE by WALT WHITMAN TO W. HOHENZOLLERN: A PLEA by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |