I pray dear Lord for Jesus' sake
Give us this day a T-bone steak.
Hallowed be Thy Holy Name,
And don't forget to send the same.
Oh, hear my humble cry, oh 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 havest custard pies,
I'd like, dear Lord, the largest size.
Oh hear me cry, Almighty Host
I quite forgot the quail on toast.
Let your kindly heart be stirred
And stuff some oysters in that bird.
Dear Lord, we know Your holy wish,
On Friday night we must have a fish.
Our flesh is weak and spirit stale;
You better make that fish a whale.
Oh hear me lord, remove these "dogs,"
These sausages of powdered logs;
The beef bull hash and bearded snouts,
Take them to hell or thereabouts.
With alum bread and pressed beef butts
Dear Lord, they'ved damn near ruined my guts;
The whitewash milk and oleorine
I wish to Christ I'd never seen.
Oh, hear me, Lord, I'm praying still
But if you won't our Union will
Put porkchops on the bill of fare
And starve no workers anywhere.