The Lumberjack’s Prayer Utah Phillips

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 with 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 havest custard pies
I'd like, dear Lord, the largest size

O hear my humble cry, 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 thy 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
The bull-beef hash and bearded snouts
Take them to hell, or thereabouts