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for i a keepit by thy fear

free frae the a&039;

but yet, o lord! nfess i t,

at tis i&039; fash&039;d wi&039; fleshly st:

an&039; tis, too, wardly trt,

vile self ts :

but thou rebers we are dt,

defil&039;d wi&039; s

o lord! yestreen, thou kens, wi&039; g—

thy pardon i scerely beg,

o! ay&039;t ne&039;er be a liv pgue

to y dishonour,

an&039; i&039;ll ne&039;er lift a wless leg

aga upon her

besides, i farther aun allow,

wi&039; leezie&039;s ss, three tis i trow—

but lord, that friday i was fou,

when i ca near her;

or else, thou kens, thy servant true

wad never steer her

aybe thou lets this fleshly thorn

buffet thy servant e&039;en and orn,

lest he owre proud and high shou&039;d turn,

that he&039;s sae gifted:

if sae, thy han&039; aun e&039;en be borne,

until thou lift it

lord, bless thy chosen this pce,

for here thou hast a chosen race:

but god nfound their stubborn face,

an&039; bst their na,

wha brg thy elders to disgrace

an&039; public sha

lord, d gaw&039;n hailton&039;s deserts;

he drks, an&039; swears, an&039; pys at cartes,

yet has sae ony tak arts,

wi&039; great and sa&039;,

frae god&039;s a priest the people&039;s hearts

he steals awa

an&039; when we chasten&039;d hi therefor,

thou kens how he bred sic a splore,

an&039; set the warld a roar

o&039; ughg at ;—

curse thou his basket and his store,

kail an&039; potatoes

lord, hear y earnest cry and pray&039;r,

agast that presbyt&039;ry o&039; ayr;

thy strong right hand, lord, ake it bare

upo&039; their heads;

lord visit the, an&039; dna spare,

for their isdeeds

o lord, y god! that glib-tongu&039;d aiken,

y vera heart and flesh are ak,

to thk how we stood s