drink, an' swearers swear,
an' singin there, an' dan here,
wi' great and sma';
for i am keepit by thy fear
free frae them a'.
but yet, o lord! fess 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 pgue
to my dishonour,
an' i'll ne'er lift a wless leg
again upon h
Holy Willies Prayer(4/8)