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Rh 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.