“BARB’ROUS!” cried John, in humanising mood,
Tae Will, who'd shot a blackbird in the wood ;
“The savage Indian pleads necessity,
But thou, barbarian wretch ! hast no such plea.”
Hark!—click the alehouse door—his wife comes in—
“Dear, help's man, John !—preserve me, what d'ye mean !
Sax helpless bairns—the deil confound your drouth !
Without ae bit tae stop a single mouth.”
“Get hame,” cried John, “else, jade! I'll kick your a—!”
Sure such humanity is all a —.
[Semple 36]