THE GREATER FAMINE
Flee Ireland
The Faith is dead
Go west young man
Where the Truth is said
Where the Truth is said
At daily Mass
Where wine's Blood red
In gold not glass
In gold not glass
The wafers wait
For ordained hands
To consecrate
To consecrate
And multiply
For starving souls
God hears your cry
He hears your cry
At St. Thomas Aquine
Where priests are formed
Of Melchisedech's line
Of Melchisedech's line
A great Seminary stands
With other Christs
And chrismed hands
And chrismed hands
Hell's depths do hate
Hell spreads her errors
To hesitate
To hesitate
'fore God's gift grand?
Winona, Minnesota
Flee, Ireland!!


