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Robert W Service - Poet And Peer
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They asked the Bard of Ayr to dine;
The banquet hall was fit and fine,
          With gracing it a Lord;
The poet came; his face was grim
To find the place reserved for him
          Was at the butler`s board.

So when the gentry called him in,
He entered with a knavish grin
          And sipped a glass of wine;
But when they asked would he recite
Something of late he`d chanced to write
          He ettled to decline.

Then with a sly, sardonic look
He opened up a little book
          Containing many a gem;
And as they sat in raiment fine,
So smug and soused with rosy wine,
          This verse he read to them.

`You see yon birkie caw`ed a Lord,
          Who struts and stares an` a` that,
Though hundreds worship at his word
          He`s but a coof for a` that.
For a` that and a` that,
          A man`s a man for a` that.

He pointed at that portly Grace
Who glared with apoplectic face,
          While others stared with gloom;
Then having paid them all he owed,
Burns, Bard of Homespun, smiled and strode
          Superbly from the room.
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