The Saints’ Song (to the tune of “The Major-General’s Song”) Verse 1 There’s Ag-nes, Anne, and An-tho-ny, and Ba-sil, Be-ne-dict, And Ca-ther-ine of Al-ex-an-dria, Clare, and Do-mi-nic, There’s Ed-ward, Fran-cis, Gre-go-ry, and He-le-na, so pious too, And Ig-na-tius, Je-rome, and Joan of Arc, who’d fight and pray for you! There’s Law-rence, Lu-cy, Mar-ga-ret, and Mo-ni-ca, ma-ter-nal-ly, And Ni-cho-las (with presents, though he start-ed lit-ur-gi-cal-ly), From O-laf up to Zi-ta, ev-’ry saint is quite ca-non-i-cal— I know the sa-cred cal-en-dar, it’s frank-ly as-tro-nom-i-cal! (Chorus) He knows the sa-cred cal-en-dar, it’s frank-ly as-tro-nom-i-cal! He knows the sa-cred cal-en-dar, it’s frank-ly as-tro-nom-i-cal! Verse 2 There’s Pat-rick, Paul, and Pe-ter, plus Se-bas-tian (ar-rows trag-i-cal), And Ste-phen (stoned but saint-ly), who’s dis-tinct-ly ped-a-gog-i-cal, There’s Thom-as More, and Thom-as Beck-et, Thom-as A-qui-nas too, And Val-en-tine, whose card de-sign’s com-mer-cial-ly askew, There’s Ce-cil-ia, pa-tron-ess of mu-sic, ev-er lyr-i-cal, And Clau-dia, Con-stan-tine, and Chris-to-pher (empir-i-cal?), There’s Am-brose, An-selm, Ath-a-na-si-us, Au-gus-tine (in-tel-lec-tu-al!)— Their feast days fill the Church’s year in or-der quite per-pet-u-al! (Chorus) Their feast days fill the Church’s year in or-der quite per-pet-u-al! Their feast days fill the Church’s year in or-der quite per-pet-u-al! Verse 3 There’s Bri-gid, Ber-nard, Blaise, and Bar-ba-ra, Bon-a-ven-ture, Bea, And Hil-de-gard of Bin-gen, who com-posed in saint-ly Do-ri-an key, There’s George, who slew a dra-gon (though it might have been meta-phor-i-cal), And Ri-ta, who’s for caus-es that are frank-ly cat-e-gor-i-cal, There’s Hu-bert, Is-i-dore, E-li-as, E-liz-a-beth, and Anne, And Scho-las-ti-ca (with Ben-e-dict, her con-tem-pla-tive old man), From Xa-vi-er to Zo-zi-mus, I’ve list-ed quite the pan-o-ply— I’m prac-ti-cal-ly a walk-ing hag-i-ol-o-gy an-thol-o-gy! (Chorus) He’s prac-ti-cal-ly a walk-ing hag-i-ol-o-gy an-thol-o-gy! He’s prac-ti-cal-ly a walk-ing hag-i-ol-o-gy an-thol-o-gy! Final Verse So if you seek a pa-tron for your vir-tue or vo-ca-tion-al, I’ll find one most ap-pro-pri-ate, how-ev-er sit-u-a-tion-al, For sail-ors, smiths, or stu-dents, there’s a saint that fits gram-mat-i-cal-ly, And all of them pro-nounce their names in ways un-sys-tem-at-i-cal!) From mar-tyrs, monks, and mys-tics to the moth-ers most im-mac-u-late, I cat-a-log their ho-li-ness in tem-po quick and ac-cu-rate, In short, in mat-ters sanc-ti-fied, se-raph-ic, and his-tor-i-cal— I am the ver-y mod-el of a saint-ly cat-e-gor-i-cal! (Final Chorus) In short, in mat-ters sanc-ti-fied, se-raph-ic, and his-tor-i-cal— He is the ver-y mod-el of a saint-ly cat-e-gor-i-cal!
This is the spiritual journey of me, Eccles, my big brother Bosco, and my Grate-Anti Moly. Eccles is saved, but we've got real problems with Bosco and Anti.
This is me, Eccles
This is me, Eccles
Sunday, 2 November 2025
The Saints' Song
Wednesday, 13 November 2024
The World Cup of post-Biblical saints - nominations requested
Sunday, 4 June 2023
The World Cup of Royal Saints - nominations please
Charlemagne Charles I of Austria Clotilde Edmund the Martyr Edward the Confessor Edward the Martyr Elizabeth of Hungary Henry II, Holy Roman Emperor Isabella I of Castile Louis IV of Thuringia Louis IX of France St Margaret of Scotland Stephen I of Hungary Wenceslaus IOnce we have enough (again, the umpire's decision is final), we'll start the World Cup. As usual you may vote using any criterion you wish - saintliness, beauty, what will most annoy me, etc. So let's finish with four photos chosen completely at random from the starters. They are, in order, Isabella I of Castille, Clotilde, Edward the Confessor, and Stephen I of Hungary. Finally, please don't nominate people who you think should be regarded as saints but aren't officially venerable/blessed/saints.
Tuesday, 17 May 2022
England needs a new patron saint.
Eccles (saved). "We were really looking for a multiracial transgender saint."
Anyway, the draw for the quarter-finals (held by Twitter poll) is as follows. The results will be posted here as we get them. 1. John Henry Newman 61.8% v Cuthbert 38.2%. The old man with the ducks loses out to the young tearaway from Oxford. 2. Bede 38% v Thomas More 62%. Being venerable was not as popular as being a man for all seasons. 3. Thomas Becket 60.5% v Edmund Campion 39.5%. The turbulent priest defeats a later martyr. 4. John Fisher 51% v Edward the Confessor 49%. Only 3 votes in this close contest, but the fisher wins the Fisher-King game. Farewell also to Margaret Clitherow, the last female saint to drop out.
SEMI-FINALS. 1. John Henry Newman 36.7% v Thomas Becket 63.3%. The last non-martyr drops out, although still led by a kindly light. 2. Thomas More 68.7% v John Fisher 31.3%. The man for all seasons makes it an all-Thomas final.
THIRD PLACE PLAYOFF. John Henry Newman 41.1% v John Fisher 58.9%. FISHER takes the bronze! FINAL. Thomas Becket 36.2% v Thomas More 63.8%. BECKET gets the silver medal, and MORE the gold!
Sunday, 24 April 2022
World Cup of Patron Saints of England
Aelfflaed of Whitby Aethelbert of Kent Aidan Alban Aldeberge of Kent Augustine Bede Boniface Chad Cuthbert Dunstan Edmund Edmund Campion Edward, king and martyr Edward the Confessor Etheldreda George Gilbert of Sempringham Hilda Hugh of Lincoln John Fisher John Henry Newman Joseph of Arimathea Margaret Clitherow Nicholas Owen Odo of Canterbury Patrick Swithin Thomas Becket Thomas More Wilfrid of York Wulfstan"A dragon outside, you say? On my way..."
N.B. It seems that the hashtag #WCPSE has also been used by the Western Canada Paranormal & Spiritual Expo, but I am sure they won't mind. They probably saw it coming anyway.
Sunday, 20 September 2020
Death of a Saint
Well, I've tried praying to St George the Floyd in Heaven, but I keep getting the "number unobtainable" message. So maybe I am not spiritual enough to appreciate his saintliness.
Then, a day or two ago, we said farewell to top lawyer Ruth Bader Ginsburg, without whom many kids now dead through abortion might have been given a chance to live. Now, there are lots of good reasons why I should not comment adversely on the dear departed.- De mortuis nil nisi bonum, attributed to Chilon of Sparta (600 BC), although he said it in Greek. This rather limits what we can say about anyone in history. Judas Iscariot knew how to make a quick buck (=30 pieces of silver), Henry VIII was a great musician, Hitler a promising painter. Ruth hardly ever tortured kittens.
- Judge not that ye be not judged. Awkward this one, as dear Ruth made a living out of judging people. Anyway, we can comment on her activities without judging her.
"May her memory be a blessing."
Apparently dear Ruth was also described a "champion of LGBTQ rights on the bench". There we must draw the line, since if the LGBTQ people wish to exercise their rights, a bed is surely far more appropriate than a park bench. But what do I know?Anyway, that's enough spiritual nourishment for now. RIP, Ruth, and RIP all the unborn kids being torn to pieces before they have a chance to grow up and become lawyers.













