Lyrics dis-respecting the Beatitudes

          Mom, I think, had a spiritual side even though it's been years since she went to church--or, to get the tense right, she hadn't gone to church for years before her death; she didn't go to church after we moved to California in 1966, as far as I know.  But as a child she, the child of Methodists, like the pageantry and ritual of the Roman Catholic Church and became an Episcopalian rather than a Catholic just because she didn't want to break the hearts of her Protestant parents and because her best friend in Blackfoot, Idaho, was the wife of the minister at St. Paul's Episcopal Church, where we kids--at least Dana and I--were baptized.   In fact, the wife of the minister, Betty Zulch, became my Godmother.  I think in Iowa we may have gone to the Methodist Church--maybe on Easter?  I just remember directing the choir from my part of the pew.  I also remember getting geraniums on Easter Sunday--oh, but was that in Blackfoot, when she took me to Pocatello one Easter?  Anyway, in South Carolina we went first to St. Martin's in the Field, where the minister said, in the early 1960s, that we didn't have to worry about Negroes coming to our church because Episcopalians were too well-educated and dignified to go where they weren't wanted.  Then, while Daddy was helping Kenneth Morrison write a book on pre-marital counseling, we started going to St. John's Episcopal Church, where Missy and I sang in the choirs and Mom cried during services.  Years later I asked her why she was crying when others were just reciting the liturgy and not seeming to take it very seriously.  She told me, "I kept thinking, 'If it weren't for God, I'd be divorced now.'"
           Now that I'm taking Comparative Literature, I see that I did pick up some teachings from the church.  My professor was surprised that I knew "Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John" when he asked what the Gospels were and that I could quote (almost correctly) John 3:16:  "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son so that whoever believeth in him would not perish but would have ever after life.  I also know the Beatitudes, but I also know the songs from Camelot:

Two Songs from Camelot (that aren’t nearly as nice as the Beatitudes)

MORDRED :  The seven deadly virtues, those ghastly little traps

Oh no, my liege, they were not meant for me

Those seven deadly virtues were made for other chaps

Who love a life of failure and ennui

 Take courage-now there's a sport

An invitation to the state of rigor mort

And purity-a noble yen

And very restful every now and then

I find humility means to be hurt

 It's not the earth the meek inherit, it's the dirt

Honesty is fatal, it should be taboo

Diligence-a fate I would hate

 If charity means giving, I give it to you

And fidelity is only for your mate

You'll never find a virtue unstatusing my quo

or making my Beelzebubble burst

Let others take the high road, I will take the low

I cannot wait to rush in where angels fear to go

With all those seven deadly virtues free and happy little me has not been cursed

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Title: Fie On Goodness

CHORUS
Fie on goodness, fie
Fie on goodness, fie
Eight years of kindness to your neighbor
Making sure that the meek are treated well
Eight years of philanthropic labor
Derry down dell
Damn, but it's hell
Oh, fie on goodness, fie
Fie, fie, fie

It's been depressing all the way (derry down, derry down)
And getting glummer every day (derry down, derry down)

KNIGHT 1
Ah, but to burn a little town or slay a dozen men
Anything to laugh again

ALL
Oh, fie on goodness, fie
Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie

KNIGHT 1
When I think of the rollicking pleasures that earlier filled my life
Lolly lo, lolly lo
Like the time I beheaded a man who was beating his naked wife

ALL
Lolly lo, lolly lo

KNIGHT 1
I can still hear his widow say
Never moving from where she lay
"Tell me what can I do, I beg, sir, of you
Your kindness to repay"

ALL
Fie on goodness, fie
Fie on goodness, fie

KNIGHT 2
Lechery and vice have been arrested

KNIGHT 3
Arrested!

KNIGHT 2
Not a maiden is evermore in threat
Virgins may wander unmolested

KNIGHT 4
Unmolested!

ALL
Lolly lo let
Gad, it's a sweat
Oh, fie on goodness, fie
Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie

KNIGHT 5
How we roared and brawled in Scotland
Not a law was e'er obeyed
And when wooing called in Scotland
We'd grab any passing maid
Ah, my heart is still in Scotland
Where the lasses woo the best
On some bonny hill in Scotland
Stroking someone's bonny...

CHORUS
Fie on Scotland, fie
Fie on Scotland, fie

No one repents for any sin now
Every soul is immaculate and trim

SOME KNIGHTS
Immaculate!

CHORUS
No one is covered with chagrin now
Lolly lo lim
Gad, but it's grim
Oh, fie on goodness, fie
Fie, fie, fie

There's not a folly to deplore
Derry down, derry down
Confession Sunday is a bore
Derry down, derry down

KNIGHT 1
Ah, but to spend a tortured evening staring at the floor
Guilty and alive once more

CHORUS
Oh, fie on virtue, fie
Fie on mercy, fie
Fie on justice
Fie on goodness

Fie, fie, fie, fie, fie