A visitor to a Glasgow working woman whose son was at the front was treated to a fluent harangue on the misdeeds of that "auld blackguard," the Kaiser. She ventured to suggest that we should love our enemies and pray for them.
Oh, but I pray for him, too.
What do you say?
I say, 'Oh, Lord, deal wi' yon old blackguard, saften his heart, and damp his powther.'