[00:00.000] 作词 : Matti Valentinpoika Huhta
[00:00.861] 作曲 : Matti Valentinpoika Huhta
[00:01.723]I pray, dear Lord, for Jesus' sake
[00:04.285]Give us this day a T-bone steak
[00:06.843]Hallowed be thy holy name
[00:09.699]But don't forget to send the same
[00:10.836]
[00:11.981]Oh hear my humble cry, O Lord
[00:13.687]And send us down some decent board
[00:16.814]Brown gravy and some German fried
[00:19.658]With sliced tomatoes on the side
[00:22.212]
[00:22.775]Observe me on my bended legs -
[00:24.736]I'm asking you for ham and eggs
[00:27.262]And if thou harvest custard pies
[00:29.784]I'd like, dear Lord, the largest size
[00:32.873]
[00:34.552]O hear my cry, O almighty host
[00:37.077]I quitе forgot the quail on toast
[00:40.170]O let your kindly heart bе stirred
[00:42.698]And stuff some oysters in that bird
[00:45.221]
[00:45.783]Dear Lord, we know your holy wish
[00:48.861]On Friday we must have a fish
[00:52.311]Our flesh is weak and spirits stale
[00:53.434]You'd better make that fish a whale
[00:55.962]
[00:57.363]O hear me Lord, remove these "dogs"
[00:59.615]These sausages of powdered logs
[01:02.425]Their bull-beef hash and bearded sprouts
[01:04.671]Take them to hell, or thereabouts
[01:07.198]
[01:08.037]With alum bread and pressed beef butts
[01:10.264]Dear Lord, you've damn near ruined my guts
[01:13.359]Your white-wash milk and Oleorine
[01:16.169]I'd wish to Christ I'd never seen
[01:18.696]
[01:19.536]O hear me Lord, I'm praying still -
[01:21.783]But if you won't, our Union will
[01:25.719]Put porkchops on that bill of fare
[01:29.370]And starve no workers anywhere
[01:33.028]
[01:33.586]Amen~

作词 : Matti Valentinpoika Huhta
作曲 : Matti Valentinpoika Huhta
I pray, dear Lord, for Jesus' sake
Give us this day a T-bone steak
Hallowed be thy holy name
But don't forget to send the same
Oh hear my humble cry, O Lord
And send us down some decent board
Brown gravy and some German fried
With sliced tomatoes on the side
Observe me on my bended legs -
I'm asking you for ham and eggs
And if thou harvest custard pies
I'd like, dear Lord, the largest size
O hear my cry, O almighty host
I quitе forgot the quail on toast
O let your kindly heart bе stirred
And stuff some oysters in that bird
Dear Lord, we know your holy wish
On Friday we must have a fish
Our flesh is weak and spirits stale
You'd better make that fish a whale
O hear me Lord, remove these "dogs"
These sausages of powdered logs
Their bull-beef hash and bearded sprouts
Take them to hell, or thereabouts
With alum bread and pressed beef butts
Dear Lord, you've damn near ruined my guts
Your white-wash milk and Oleorine
I'd wish to Christ I'd never seen
O hear me Lord, I'm praying still -
But if you won't, our Union will
Put porkchops on that bill of fare
And starve no workers anywhere
Amen~