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Semi-Chorus
Oh, he didn't believe in Adam or Eve—
He put no faith therein ; His doubts began with the fall of man,
And he laughed at original sin.
Chorus
With my row-ti-dow-ti-oodly-ow, He laughed at original sin.
Whereat the Bishop of old Auxerre—
Germanus was his name— He tore great handf uls out of his hair,
And called Pelagius shame. And then with his stout episcopal staff
So thoroughly thwacked and banged The heretics all, both short and tall,
That they rather had been hanged.
Semi-Chorus
Oh, he thwacked them hard and he thwacked them long
On each and all occasions, Till they bellowed in chorus loud and strong
Their orthodox persuasions.
Chorus
With my row-ti-dow-ti-oodly-ow, Their orthodox persuasions.
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