God Keep of All You Protestants (to the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen")
God Keep All of You Protestants
God keep all of you Protestants From walking in the way Of heathens and idolaters To celebrate this day. You resurrect this Romish mass, for you have gone astray.
Chorus: O, I know that its just a popish ploy popish ploy Yes, I know that its just a popish ploy.
You celebrate the birth of Christ Though God did not command This service of idolatry Is not part of His plan You wed the devil to the Son, when Christ-Mass you demand.
That Little Town the Vatican (to the tune of "O Little Town of Bethlehem")
That Little Town the Vatican
That little town the Vatican How well it tells a lie To lull you into hellish sleep Idolatry to ply. Their net of darkness closes O, Protestant to snare Your soul to popish wickedness Your minds their lies to bear.
No Christmas (to the tune of "White Christmas")
I'm dreaming there'll be no Christmas Just like those Scottish days of yore When the people listened Reformed truth glistened And they laid low the Romish whore.
I'm dreaming there'll be no Christmas And that the truth will be revived May God's people follow His light And put out this superstitious rite.
Barks the Papist to his Friend (to the tune of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing")
Barks the Papist to his Friend
Barks the papist to his friend Help us reach our wicked end Keep the world in superstition And destroy Protestantism.
Let them keep our Christmas day Protestants, the pope will say, Come and celebrate our mass And help us in our wicked task
Dark the day that we give in And celebrate that popish sin.
Enslave the World (to the tune of "Joy to the World")
Enslave the World
Enslave the world with Godless lies And help the pope to reign Let every Protestant prepare to celebrate
Chorus: And keep that popish mass and keep that popish mass and keep, and keep, that popish mass.
He'll rule the world in tyranny And make the nations bow Before his triple crown the Protestants he'll make to crouch
Banish Christmas (to the tune of "The Chestnut Song")
Wasted trees roasting in an open fire John Knox preaching where he can Calvin teaching against every sin The folk all look so Puritan. Everybody knows idolatry is wickedness for papist, Protestant or Jew. Though some people say, They got carried away Banish Christmas here, too!
Revive, Revive thy Long Lost Truth (to the tune of "O Come O Come Emmanuel")
Revive, Revive Thy Long Lost Truth
Revive, revive, thy long lost truth And save us from this popish abuse That captivates thy Protestant folk Until thy truth is hidden in a cloak Of popish lies Of popish lies Until thy truth shall be revived.
Revive thy truth and set thy people free From all this satanistic tyranny From depth of superstition save And lay that Papal whore in the grave With all its lies With all its lies And then shall thy truth be revived.