Holy Willies Prayer（3 / 4）

  lest he owre proud and high shou'd turn,
  that he's sae gifted:
  if sae, thy han' maun e'en be borne,
  until thou lift it.
  lord, bless thy chosen in this place,
  for here thou hast a chosen race:
  but god confound their stubborn face,
  an' blast their name,
  wha bring thy elders to disgrace
  an' public shame.
  lord, mind gaw'n hamilton's deserts;
  he drinks, an' swears, an' plays at cartes,
  yet has sae mony takin arts,
  wi' great and sma',
  frae god's ain priest the people's hearts
  he steals awa.
  an' when we chasten'd him therefor,
  thou kens how he bred sic a splore,
  an' set the warld in a roar
  o' laughing at us;—
  curse thou his basket and his store,
  kail an' potatoes.
  lord, hear my earnest cry and pray'r,
  against that presbyt'ry o' ayr;
  thy strong right hand, lord, make it bare
  upo' their heads;
  lord visit them, an' dinna spare,
  for their misdeeds.
  o lord, my god! that glib-tongu'd aiken,
  my vera heart and flesh are quakin, ↑返回顶部↑