This bit from the Norman and the Saxon by Rudyard Kipling made me think of my father. Yeah, I know, he's an Anglo Saxon being English in our ancestry but close enough.
"The Saxon is not like us Normans, His manners are not so polite.
But he never means anything serious till he talks about justice and right.
When he stands like an ox in the furrow with his sullen set eyes on your own,
And grumbles, "This isn't fair dealings," my son, leave the Saxon alone.