Caesar

But then, to see how ye’re negleckit, How huff’d, and cuff’d, and disrespeckit, Lord, man! our gentry care sae little For delvers, ditchers and sic cattle; They gang as saucy by poor folk As I wad by a stinking brock. I’ve noticed, on our Laird’s court-day, An’ mony a time my heart’s been wae, Poor tenant bodies, scant o’ cash, How they maun thole a factor’s snash; He’ll stamp and threaten, curse and swear, He’ll apprehend them, poind their gear: While they maun stan’, wi’ aspect humble, An’ hear it a’, an’ fear an’ tremble! I see how folk live that hae riches; But surely poor folk maun be wretches!