strht 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,
to think how we stood sweatin', shakin,
an' p-'d wi' dread,
while he, wi' hingin lip an' snakin,
held up his head.
lord, in thy day o' vengeary him,
lord, visit them wha did employ him,
and pass not in thy mercy by 'em,
nor hear their pray'r,
but for thy people's sake, destroy 'em,
an' dinna spare.
Holy Willies Prayer(7/8)