Holy, Holy Thou Wast
Father O’Dougan, holy, holy though wast
But these days that holiness seems somehow lost
Twas Good the first time, when a Virgin caught your eye
You studied her truthful scripture, you swore not to lie
But now another virgin has entered the mix,
He helpeth you on Sundays, with the Eucharist he doth assist
But this virgin weareth not heavenly robes, dear Father
Rather he carrieth a Twix