[to the tune of "Home on the Range"]
"Oh give me a home,
Where there's no Pope in Rome,
Where there's nothing but protestants stay,
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word,
And flute bands play the Sash every day!
Oh, there's no Pope of Rome,
No chapel to sadden my eyes,
No nuns and no priest,
No Rosary beads,
Every day's like the 12th of July"