Of A Ministry Pitiful, Angry, Mean - by
Vain is my spite / They cannot so suffer who never do right. …
Vain is my spite / They cannot so suffer who never do right. …
So many of the people I’ve
/ informed that she is dead
/ have said
/ ‘If there’s anything
/ we can do, anything at all,
/ don’t hesitate…
O little daughter of delight / and grave and lovely growing girl / Years after year you see the white…
He is a man for whom everyone’s a trespasser.
/ Co-existence? He doesn’t believe in it.
/ Give you the time of day? Not…
Take your risk of life and death
/ Underneath the open sky.
/ Live clean or go out quick –
/ Lads, you’re wanted. Come and…
I did not promise
/ to stay with you till death do us part, or
/ anything like that,
/ so part I must, and…
“A man’s a man for a’ that” – how does he know?
/ Traipsing with his plough, the rural hero,
/ Swaggering down the…