Monday 22 June 2009

Holy Gordon's Prayer


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!

4 comments:

  1. "To think how we stood sweatin, shakin,
    An 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.

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  2. Nothing like a good old Scots tongue poem, even if its on Gordon Brown lol..

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  3. Well done Conan - gie me mair.

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  4. I know what I would do with him if I were god...

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