So day by day he flattered her, but still she saw no good Would ever come from bowing down to idols made of wood. The Mass, the host,the miracles, were made but to decieve; And transubstantiation, too, she'd never dare believe.

He went to see his clergy man and told him his sad tale. "My wife is an unbeliever, sir; you can perhaps prevail; For all your Romish miracles my wife has strong aversion. To really work a miracle may lead to her conversion."

The priest went with the gentleman - he thought to gain a prize."He said I will convert her, sir, and open both her eyes." So when they came into the house, the husband loudly cried, "The priest has come to dine with us!" "He's welcome" she replied.

And when, at last, the meal was o'er, the priest at once began. To teach his hostess all about the sinful state of man; The greatness of our Saviour's love, which christians cant deny. To give Himself a sacrifice for our sins to die.

"I will return tomarrow, lass, prepare some bread and wine; The sacramental miracle will stop your soul's decline." "I'll bake the bread, the lady said."You may," he did reply, "ANd when you've seen this miracle, convinced you'll be, say I."

The priest did come accordingly, the bread and wine did bless. The lady asked, "Sir, is it changed?" The priest answered, "Yes. It's changed from common bread and wine to truely the flesh and blood Begotta, lass, this power of mine has changed it into God!"

So having blessed the bread and wine, to eat they did prepare. The lady said unto the priest, "I warn you to take care, For half an ounce of arsenic was mixed right in the batter, But since you have it's nature changed, it cannot really matter."

The priest was struck real dumb - he looked as pale as death. The bread and wine fell from his hands and he did gasp for breath "Bring me my horse!" the priest cried, "This is a cursed home!" The lady replied, "Begone; tis you who share the curse of Rome.