Penitance

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