Poem by Robert Burns

Grace before Meat

O Lord, when hunger pinches sore,
  	Do thou stand us in need,
And send us from thy bounteous store,
  	A tup or wether head!  
 	 	 	Amen.

1. Blythe Was She
2. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
3. The Flowery Banks of Cree
4. Farewell to Ballochmyle
5. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)

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