Any resemblance between the following song and the "Vicar of Bray" (words and historical background here, and a sung version here) is purely deliberate.
In good Pope Pius' golden days, When I was just a laddie, I knew that if I wanted power, I'd have to be a traddy. At football matches I wore red, Dressed in the finest satin. In Liverpool they speak broad Scouse, But I spoke classic Latin. And this is law, I will maintain Unto my dying day, Sir. That whatsoever Pope may reign, I'll be the Eminence Grey*, Sir! *Eminence Grise, a person of great power.
"That kid's up to no good."
When John the saintly came to rule And called a great assembly, I really thought "Oh, this is dull, I'd rather be at Wembley!" The Council's rush for drastic change I could not but acknowledge, So feeling "cool" and "modern", I Went to the English College. And this is law... When Paul the Sixth possessed the throne Amidst reforms spectacular I dropped my Latin, and soon learnt To pray in the vernacular. And as the liberals seized the church I grew each day much bolder. I got ordained and offered Mass With God behind my shoulder. And this is law...
"Watch out, that young chap is up to no good."
John Paul the first did not stay long But soon we got the Second: Quite orthodox was I just then And soon preferment beckoned. From Westminster (auxiliary) To Birmingham translated - As Archbishop, I knew that now For greatness I was slated. And this is law... When Benedict became the Pope, He thought I was inspiring, To Westminster he sent me then Since Cormac was retiring. Summ-or-um Pont-i-fic-um now Meant Us-us An-ti-qui-or. It caused most liberals, like me Despair, regret and fear. But this is law...
"Watch out, he's up to no good."
At last they drove old Ben away. Pope Francis came, and said that To mark the year of Mersey, now I'd get my longed-for red hat. I praised the clarity and style Of good Pope Francis' preaching, Though soon the outraged world found out He'd dropped all ancient teaching. And this is law...
Any time you feel like retiring...
So now I have run through the list Of popes I've had to follow, And if I don't become the next, Then life will seem quite hollow. For Quest and ACTA I support, I let "gay" masses flourish, And this is what you'll get from me When e'er Pope Francis perish. Still, this is law, I will maintain Unto my dying day, Sir. That whatsoever Pope may reign, I'll be the Eminence Grey, Sir!
Just brilliant Eccles. I envy your poetic skills. You certainly have transformed "The Vicar of Bray" in such a way that I'll have trouble now remembering the original.
ReplyDeletePure genius!
ReplyDeleteBravo!! In these terrible times that will only get worse to laugh and pray is our only medicine. I will pray you keep your fine sense of humour and the ridiculous so that we can all keep laughing.
ReplyDeleteIt’s a conga line of fools and pseudo-saints (except for Pius XII).
ReplyDeleteIs it really REALLY bad that I envy your linguistic skills just a tiny bit? This was so much fun to read. No one can say that about this same story related elsewhere, I imagine...
ReplyDeleteShurely Eminence Gey...
ReplyDeleteOh, d'you think so?
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