Frae God's ain priests the people's hearts
He steals awa'.
And whan we chasten'd him therefore,
Thou kens how he bred sic a splore[226],
As set the warld in a roar
O' laughin' at us,—
Curse Thou his basket and his store,
Kail and potatoes.
Lord, hear my earnest cry and pray'r
Against the Presbyt'ry of Ayr;