Holy days and holy candles, holy this and holy that
A holy Mother Mary and a holy "Pete" and "Pat,"
A holy nun and holy priest, a holy Orphanage (?)
Where all the holy orphans (?) stay of ev'ry holy age.

A fount of holy water and a sprig of holy palm,
A holy Hail-a-Mary and a holy vesper Psalm:'
A holy burning taper and a scapular of wool
In their mystic secret hold a strange and holy pull.

A holy "Blessed Creature" and a holy safe retreat"
Where all the holy cloistered nuns the holy Fathers meet.
A holy jug of Bourbon and a holy jubilee
A holy set of drunken priests complete the holy spree.

A holy cloud of incense swung in censors to and fro.
A holy priest-blest wafer from a holy piece of dough.
A holy crucifix And robe, a magic holy stole,
A holy string of wooden beads--but not a holy soul.

A holy Latin service and a holy Latin choir,
A holy dark confession box where flames unholy fire.
A holy Father's whisper and a holy virgin's cry
A thousand holy scandals Is where Rome's holy shadows lie.

A holy nun and holy priest-what holy creatures, these!
A high walled holy nunnery, where holy passions please.
A holy ban for Heretics who would her haunts invade
At night nuns dig her grave inside the walls with holy spade.

Her holy oil, and ashes, too, and stacks of holy bones,
Make up this list of Holilies, to which add holy groans.
A holy bit of "real cross," a holy relic," old.
By this her holy priest is, bought, her holy fool is sold.

The holy absolution and the holy Eucharist
This holy mill of Rome grinds out as real holy grist,
And Extreme Unction, holy -too, when wanes the pulsing breath,
Fails to give holy comfort in the solemn hour of death.

A holy rack and thumbscrew, and a holy crucifix,
A holy Inquisition and a holy Host and Pix.
A million holy murders in the name of holy Rome.
Has called a million martyrs to their long Eternal Home.

The fire that gleamed on Smithfield against old England's sky
Has been recorded in God's Book for reck'ning bye and bye.
The martyrs who have lost their lives by' Rome's unholy hate'
Shall be avenged when time is full-the hour is growing late.,

Rome, swing your holy censors now, and drink your holy wine!
Extol your holy wafer-god before your holy shrine!
The holy wail of holy Shades in holy medley swell,
Hail, holy Purgatory! Hail!--and hail a holy hell!