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413. Grace before and after Meat

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 O LORD, when hunger pinches sore,
 Do thou stand us in stead,
And send us, from thy bounteous store,
 A tup or wether head! Amen.
———— O Lord, since we have feasted thus, Which we so little merit, Let Meg now take away the flesh, And Jock bring in the spirit! Amen.

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