ders to disgrace
an' public shame.
lord, mind gaw'n hamilton's deserts;
he drinks, an' swears, an' pys 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' ughing at us;—
curse thou his basket and his store,
kail an' potatoes.
lord, hear my ear cry and pray'r,
against that presbyt'ry o' ayr;
thy
Holy Willies Prayer(6/8)