- GIN I was God, sittin' up there abeen,
- Weariet nae doot noo a' my darg was deen,
- Deaved wi' the harps an' hymns oonendin' ringin',
- Tired o' the flockin' angels hairse wi' singin',
- To some clood-edge I'd daunder furth an', feth,
- Look ower an' watch hoo things were gyaun aneth.
- Syne, gin I saw hoo men I'd made mysel'
- Had startit in to pooshan, sheet an' fell,
- To reive an' rape, an' fairly mak' a hell
- O' my braw birlin' Earth,--a hale week's wark--
- I'd cast my coat again, rowe up my sark,
- An' or they'd time to lench a second ark,
- Tak' back my word an' sen' anither spate,
- Droon oot the hale hypothec, dicht the sklate,
- Own my mistak', an, aince I cleared the brod,
- Start a'thing ower again, gin I was God.
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- IF I were God, sitting up there above,
- Wearied no doubt, now all my work was done,
- Deafened by the harps and hymns unending ringing,
- Tired of the flocking angels hoarse with singing,
- To some cloud edge I'd saunter forth and, faith,
- Look over and watch how things were going beneath.
- Then if I saw how men, I'd made myself
- Had started out to poison, shoot and fell,
- To steal and rape and fairly make a hell
- Of my fine spinning Earth -- a whole week's work --
- I'd drop my coat again, roll up my shirt,
- And, ere they'd time to launch a second ark,
- Take back my word and send another flood,
- Drown out the whole shebang, wipe the slate,
- Admit my mistake, and once I'd cleared the board,
- Start everything over again, if I were God.
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