Lord, hear my earnest cry and pray'r
Against that Scots Parliament up there!
Thy strong right hand, Lord, mak it bare Upo' their hieds!
Lord, visit them, an' dinna spare, For their misdeeds!
O Lord, my God! that glib-tongu'd Salmond,
His questions drove me to deep despond
My vera heart and flesh are quakin
To think how we stood sweatin, shakin,
An pish'd wi' dread,
While he, wi' hingin lip an' snakin,
Held up his head.
But, Lord, remember me and mine
Darling Mandleson, Balls and Divine,
That I for grace an' gear may shine
Excell'd by nane; And a' the glory shall be Thine
-- Amen, Amen!
"To think how we stood sweatin, shakin,
ReplyDeleteAn pish'd wi' dread,
While he, wi' hingin lip an' snakin,
Held up his head."
Perfect. So evocative. I've linked to it at mine.
Nothing like a good old Scots tongue poem, even if its on Gordon Brown lol..
ReplyDeleteWell done Conan - gie me mair.
ReplyDeleteI know what I would do with him if I were god...
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