The Riposte

Who shall lay anything to the charge of God's elect? It is God that justifieth.

ROM. VII. 33

Fr. Frigate

Naughty Sambo in cassock and lace,

Wipe that grin off your blackamoor face,

. Make your profession of faith at my knee.

Sambo

Jesu God, He lub-a-dub me.

Fr. Frigate

Join your fingers; how do you know

Lord Jesus loves you, wicked Sambo?

Sambo

Jesu God, He die for my sake

But lub me still in de Little White Cake.

Fr. Frigate

Won't the dear Lord love blackamoors less

Who wriggle their hips during Holy Mass?

Sumbo

Wriggling my hips make de Little Cake glad.

If He lub me good, He adore me bad.