when, goavin, as if led wi' branks,
an' stumpin on his ploughman shanks,
he in the parlour hammer'd.
i sidying shelter'd in a nook,
an' at his lordship steal't a look,
like some portentous omen;
except good sense and social glee,
an' (what surpris'd me) modesty,
i marked nought umon.
i watch'd the symptoms o' the great,
the gentle pride, the lordly state,
the arrogant assuming;
the fient a pride, nae pride had he,
nor sauce, nor state, that i could see,
mair than an honest ploughman.
then from his lordship i shall learn,
henceforth to meet with unconcern
one rank as weel's another;
nae honest, worthy man need care
to meet with noble youthful daer,
for he but meets a brother.