Holy Willies Prayer（2 / 4）

  i'm here a pillar o' thy temple,
  strong as a rock,
  a guide, a buckler, and example,
  to a' thy flock.
  o lord, thou kens what zeal i bear,
  when drinkers drink, an' swearers swear,
  an' singin there, an' dancin here,
  wi' great and sma';
  for i am keepit by thy fear
  free frae them a'.
  but yet, o lord! confess i must,
  at times i'm fash'd wi' fleshly lust:
  an' sometimes, too, in wardly trust,
  vile self gets in:
  but thou remembers we are dust,
  defil'd wi' sin.
  o lord! yestreen, thou kens, wi' meg—
  thy pardon i sincerely beg,
  o! may't ne'er be a livin plague
  to my dishonour,
  an' i'll ne'er lift a lawless leg
  again upon her.
  besides, i farther maun allow,
  wi' leezie's lass, three times i trow—
  but lord, that friday i was fou,
  when i cam near her;
  or else, thou kens, thy servant true
  wad never steer her.
  maybe thou lets this fleshly thorn
  buffet thy servant e'en and morn, ↑返回顶部↑