GUILT SONG

(after Flanders and Swan)

Guilt, guilt, middle class guilt
Whether it's milk or it's blood that's been spilt.
So follow me people down under the steeple,
And there we will wallow in glorious guilt.

A liberal professor was nodding one day,
Immersed in the Times like a bath
When a twenty line item o'er his attention gained sway
And roused up a lion-like wrath.

For it seems that the Irish had slighted the Blacks,
By depicting St. Patrick as white
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Do you think in this age that it's right.
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