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!