Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  a grace after dinner, extempore
  o thou, in whom we live and move—
  who made the sea and shore;
  thy goodness constantly we prove,
  and grateful would adore;
  and, if it please thee, power above!
  still grant us, with such store,
  the friend we trust, the fair we love—
  and we desire no more. amen!