DEAR critics, pray, what have I done <br /> That thus you frown so? tell me truly? <br />'You've for your neck a halter spun, <br /> In blaming of our race unduly!' <br /> <br />Don't hang me, pray!—Just praise my lay, <br /> And I will swear the Muse but garbled <br />My sweet intent; and what was meant <br /> Was not the blame the Gipsy warbled!<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-petition-4/
