O LORD, when hunger pinches sore, <br />Do thou stand us in stead, <br />And send us, from thy bounteous store, <br />A tup or wether head! Amen.———— <br />O Lord, since we have feasted thus, <br />Which we so little merit, <br />Let Meg now take away the flesh, <br />And Jock bring in the spirit! Amen.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grace-before-and-after-meat/
