Gentle Folk
It's nice to come from gentle folk
Who wouldn't stoop to brawl,
Who never took a lusty poke
At anyone at all.
Who never raised a raucous shout
At any country inn
Or calmed an ugly fellow lout
With a belaying pin,
Who never shot a revenuer
Hunting for the still,
Who never rustled cattle, who're
Pleased with uncle's will,
Who lived their lives out as they ought,
With no uncouth distractions,
And shunned like leprosy the thought
Of taking legal actions.
It's nice to come from gentle folk
Who've never known disgrace -
But oh, though scandal is no joke
It's easier to trace!
By Virginia Scott Miner,
Saturday Evening Post November 22,1941
