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What was I, or my generation,
For broken laws,
creation, Thro' Adam's cause.
When frae my mither's womb I fell,
In burnin' lake,
Chain'd to a stake.
Yet I am here a chosen sample,
Strong as a rock,
To a' thy flock.
But yet, OL-d! confess I must,
Vile self gets in ;
But thou remembers we are dust,
Defil'd in sin.
Besides, I farther maun allow,
When I came near her, Or else, thou kens, thy servant true
Wad ne'er ha'e steer'd her.
Maybe thou lets this fleshly thorn,
'Cause he's sae gifted ; If sae, thy han' maun e'en be born,
Until thou lift it.
L-d bless thy chosen in this place,
And blast their name,
An' public shame.
L-d mind G***n H******n's deserts,
Wi' grit an' sma',
He steals awa'.
An' whan we chasten'd him therefore,
O’ laughin' at us;
Kail an' potatoes.
L-d, hear my earnest cry an' pray'r,
Upo' their heads,
For their misdeeds.
OL-d my G-d, that glib-tongu'd A-n,
An' pd wi' dread,
While he, wi' hingin' lips and snakin',
Held up his head.
L-d, in the day of vengeance try him,
Nor hear their pray'r; But for thy people's sake destroy 'em,
And dinna spare.
But, L-d, remember me and mine
Excell'd by nane,
Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay
Taks up its last abode ;
I fear, the left-hand road.
Stop ! there he is, as sure's a gun,
Pour silly body, see him! Nae wonder he's as black 's the grun,
Observe wha 's standing wi' him.
Your brunstane devilship I see
Has got him there before ye; But ha'd your nine-tail cat a wee,
Till ance you've heard my story.