227. St. Catherine's Ballad

1 St. Catherine, she was a maiden mild,
St. Catherine, she was a maiden pure;
And after her prayers she loved her books,
That show us to heaven the pathway sure.
O St. Catherine, meek!
O St. Catherine, pure!

2 The wisest doctors of Egypt came
To prove that the Catholic faith was wrong,
They reasoned for hours, and bro't out their books,
For they all were mighty in wits and tongue.
O St. Catherine, meek!
O St. Catherine, pure!

3 Saint Catherine stood before them all,
So humble--she trusted in Heaven alone;
She proved that the Catholic faith was right,
Till there they sat, as dumb as a stone.

4 Now what did the king and his courtiers do,
When none of them all could answer a word?
They said she no longer was fit to live,
And cut off her innocent head with a sword.

5 But, far away to the holy mount,
Bright angels in triumph St. Catherine bore;
And now in the courts above she reigns
With Christ and His Mother for evermore.

6 O dear Saint Catherine! pray for us now;
Help us to keep our Faith's true light;
For we are in struggle with danger and sin,
And you are in Heaven where all is bright.

Text Information
First Line: Saint Catherine, she was a maiden mild
Title: St. Catherine's Ballad
Language: English
Publication Date: 1880
Tune Information
Name: [St. Catherine, she was a maiden mild]
Key: B♭ Major



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