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. Their Groves O’ sweet Myrtle
2. The Bonnie Wee Thing
3. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
4. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water
5. How Lang and Dreary

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