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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (2290 reads)
They asked the Bard of Ayr to dine...

They asked the Bard of Ayr to dine;
The banquet hall was fit and fine,
        With gracing it a Lord;
The poet came; his face was grim
To find the place reserved for him
        Was at the butler's board.

So when the gentry called him in,
He entered with a knavish grin
        And sipped a glass of wine;
But when they asked would he recite
Something of late he'd chanced to write
        He ettled to decline.

Then with a sly, sardonic look
He opened up a little book
        Containing many a gem;
And as they sat in raiment fine,
So smug and soused with rosy wine,
        This verse he read to them.

'You see yon birkie caw'ed a Lord,
        Who struts and stares an' a' that,
Though hundreds worship at his word
        He's but a coof for a' that.
For a' that and a' that,
        A man's a man for a' that.


He pointed at that portly Grace
Who glared with apoplectic face,
        While others stared with gloom;
Then having paid them all he owed,
Burns, Bard of Homespun, smiled and strode
        Superbly from the room.

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