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.