Poem by Robert Burns

Grace after Meat

O Thou, in whom we live and move.
  	Who mad’st the sea and shore;
Thy goodness constantly we prove,
  	And grateful would adore.
And if it please thee, Pow’r above,
  	Still grant us, with such store,
The friend we trust, the fair we love,
  	And we desire no more.

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

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