Come sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of some heretics
That started from a Pittsburgh port, aboard a tiny ship.
The mate was a fan of labyrinths,The skipper was a nun
10 other women were on board for sacramental fun. (for sacramental fun)
The liturgy was getting rough, The litany was long,
Invoking Lilith, Gaia too, Seemed just a bit too wrong (though not to Bishop Spong)
The ship set ground in a strange new world; uncharted heresy.
With lesbians, And feminists, An acting deacon’s wife,
Peace activists, And the rest Here on Womanchurch Isle.
So this is the tale of the priestesses There here for a long, long time.
They’re sure to make a mess of things And bitch and moan and whine.
No pope! No men! No canon law! Not a dime to Peter’s Pence!
Like Lollard, Hussites, Bogomils, They’ve left out common sense.
So join us here each year my friend, There’s sure to be more fun,
With a hearty shout, “non serviam! My will, not Thine be done.”
Text: Tim Ferguson, posted as a comment to a post on Amy Welborn's Open Book.
Tune: GILLIGAN'S ISLAND, Irregular; Sherwood Schwartz and George Wyle.