Wednesday, October 27, 2010

300... THIS!.... IS!.... BELLLOC!

That's right, this is the 300th day of the year! And this is everybody's fourth-favorite Oxford writer (after Tolkien, Lewis and Chesterton. And maybe Charles Williams)! 


The observant among you might note this is not the 300th blog post this year, I'm getting right on that. I promise that once I take a standardized test, play 3 different shows with 2 different bands and finish my critical paper which I haven't yet started, I'll make this a priority. So what I'm saying is, I'll be spending all of December 31st getting caught up. Dangit.


Another poem I enjoyed in high school, this one a fun bit of verse that appeals to the Seussian side. As a dyed-in-the-wool Augustinian I very much appreciated some Pelagius-bashing back then. Now that my wool is greying, I'm a little less appreciative of the sentiment, but it sure is fun to say out loud!




The Pelagian Drinking Song
Hillaire Belloc

Pelagius lived at Kardanoel
And taught a doctrine there
How, whether you went to heaven or to hell
It was your own affair.
It had nothing to do with the Church, my boy,
But was your own affair.


No, he didn't believe
In Adam and Eve
He put no faith therein!
His doubts began
With the Fall of Man
And he laughed at Original Sin.
With my row-ti-tow
Ti-oodly-ow
He laughed at original sin.


Then came the bishop of old Auxerre
Germanus was his name
He tore great handfuls out of his hair
And he called Pelagius shame.
And with his stout Episcopal staff
So thoroughly whacked and banged
The heretics all, both short and tall --
They rather had been hanged.


Oh he whacked them hard, and he banged them long
Upon each and all occasions
Till they bellowed in chorus, loud and strong
Their orthodox persuasions.
With my row-ti-tow
Ti-oodly-ow
Their orthodox persuasions.


Now the faith is old and the Devil bold
Exceedingly bold indeed.
And the masses of doubt that are floating about
Would smother a mortal creed.
But we that sit in a sturdy youth
And still can drink strong ale
Let us put it away to infallible truth
That always shall prevail.


And thank the Lord
For the temporal sword
And howling heretics too.
And all good things
Our Christendom brings
But especially barley brew!
With my row-ti-tow
Ti-oodly-ow
Especially barley brew!

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