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Before Dinner 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. After Dinner 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. Lord, we [thee] thank an' thee adore For temp'ral gifts we little merit; At present we will ask no more, Let William Hislop give the spirit. Amen.
This is a poem by Robert Burns. It is read here by John Shedden.
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