- albertkirkjunior
Anent Knichts an Dames
Albert Kirk Jr
Ye say yer blythe tae be a Sir?
Tae turn yer back on whae ye wur?
Tae think yer marras nocht but curs
Boun for a rantin?
Tae clap the hem o ermine furs
Is aw yer wantin?
An quine, ye cry yersel a Dame
Wioot a bittie unce o shame?
A'm juist the same auld lass, ye claim,
While dae'n a beck?
An forderin yer flashy name
Tae boost yer cheques?
It micht bi better hid ye thocht
Aboot the fowk that hivnae ocht,
An aw the messages we bocht
Tae get them fed,
An hou wur monarch niver socht
Tae keep them cled:
Ye didnae but, sin that's yer richt
Tae steek yer een tae gruesome sichts
(An sit in lithe wi Empire's micht
Tae kill an steal):
Bi fain wi thon an sleep at nicht?
Sir suits ye weel.