Oh, as I have said to none before
Pray, do not my wasteful ways deplore
That in the face of all this rain, and hail, and sleet
I shall not stray into dark defeat
Pray, that you should take me by the hand
And lift me from this cursed land
Oh, I should the Mass forevermore beware
So spare me from the wailing damned
I will forsake their cries upon the wind
And make of me no more harsh demand
Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
Sinned against the holy land