When Sister Mary Mamma
Was raped one fine spring
day
She hid behind the greenhouse,
Didn't know what to
say,
Just bent her head in sorrow
And tried so hard to
pray.
When Sister Mary Mamma
Began to put on
weight
And summer shone upon her,
She was in a tearful
state:
And Mother Virtue Herod
Watched from the garden
gate.
And Autumn dawned so misty
When Mother Virtue
prayed,
Knew Sister Mary Mamma
In sin had surely
strayed,
And God suggested wisely
That the novice should be
flayed.
It was Christmas in the Yuletide
And Mother
Virtue cried
When she knew her godly thrashing
Had stopped
Sister Mary's lies;
The snow lay crisp and virgin
And no
angels came and sighed,
Just starlight and a flaying
The
day Mary's baby died.
And all the nuns, they
gathered
Beneath the Christmas tree
And offered prayers
a-plenty
That Mary be set free,
Would find her way to
Heaven
And save both you and me.