AT THE GLOBE TAVERN
BEFORE MEAT
O Lord, when hunger pinches sore,
Do Thou stand us in stead,
And send us from Thy bounteous store
A tup-or wether-head.
AFTER MEAT
1
Lord [Thee] we thank, and Thee alone,
For temporal gifts we little merit!
At present we will ask no more:
Let William Hislop bring the spirit.
2
O Lord, since we have feasted thus,
Which we so little merit,
Let Meg now take the flesh away,
And Jock bring in the spirit.
3
O Lord, we do Thee humbly thank
For that we little merit:
Now Jean may tak the flesh away,
And Will bring in the spirit.
