Robert Louis Stevenson > A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods > IX. The Counterblast Ironical
Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850–1894).  A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods.  1913.
IX. The Counterblast Ironical

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,         5
  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;  10
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,  15
  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.  20
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,  25
  An’ a plain apologie; 
Or the deevil a ceevil word to God 
  From a gentleman like me. 



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