Dad hunted and shot a grey goose which fell for six weeks
and took nine months to cook
but we still couldn't cut it with a knife or stick a fork into it.
The sawmill wouldn't cut it
and the hogs wouldn't eat it.
The last time I saw it, it was flying over the ocean with a long string of goslings.
After each line of the song, Ives sang "Lord Lord Lord / Lord Lord Lord."
|Ives' Grey Goose|
|Faulkner's Old Ben|
|Daniel the Prophet, with the lions: sculpture in Arles.|
Daniel was a hermit somewhere in the East, but felt drawn to head west. He wound up in Arles at a time when the Proconsul (or maybe praetor, depending on how it was governed) was enforcing the ban on Christianity. Daniel openly confessed himself a Christian and was sentenced to death.
They threw him into a fire but the flames wouldn't burn him (Lord Lord Lord)
So they tossed him in the river, but the Rhone wouldn't drown him (Lord Lord Lord)
So they gave him to the lions, but the beasts wouldn't harm him (Lord Lord Lord)
so they cut his head off.
And he died and went to heaven. (Lord Lord Lord)