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I said, to one who picked me up,

Just slipping from a rock,

"I'm not much good at climbing, eh?"

"No, sirr, ye arrrn't," quoth Jock.

I showed him then a sketch I'd made,

Of rough hill-side and lock;

"I'm not an artist, mind," I said;

"No, sirr, ye arrrn't," quoth Jock.

A poem, next, I read aloud —

One of my num'rous stock;

"I'm no great poet," I remarked;

"No, sirr, ye arrrn't," said Jock.

Alas! I fear I well deserved

(Although it proved a shock),

In answer to each modest sham,

That plain retort from Jock.