Send us more meat for the morn,
Part of’t right and part of’t wrang:
God let us never fast owre lang.
God be thanked, and our Lady,
All is done that we have ready.”
A country-man in East Lothian used this grace always before and after meat.
“Lord be bless’d for all his gifts,
Defy the devil and all his shifts;
God sent me mair silver. Amen.”
As the devil is originally the author of charms and spells, so is he the author of several bawdy songs which are sung. A reverend minister told me, that one who was the devil’s piper, a wizzard, confessed to him, that at a ball of dancing, the foul spirit taught him a bawdy song, to sing and play, as it were this night, and ere two days passed, all the lads and lasses of the town were lilting it through the street. It were an abomination to rehearse it.