O LORD, when hunger pinches sore,
Do thou stand us in stead,
And send us, from thy bounteous store,
A tup or wether head! Amen.—-
O Lord, since we have feasted thus,
Which we so little merit,
Let Meg now take away the flesh,
And Jock bring in the spirit! Amen.
(Robert Burns)
More Poetry from Robert Burns:
- A Dedication (Robert Burns Poems)
- Address to the Devil (Robert Burns Poems)
- A Dream (Robert Burns Poems)
- Address ToThe Devil (Robert Burns Poems)
- Address to the Unco Guid (Robert Burns Poems)
- Address To A Haggis (Robert Burns Poems)