Completing the Triad

On Jordan's banks, the Baptists cry.

On Jordan’s bank, the Baptists cry,
If I were them, then so would I,
They drink no beer, they have no fun,
I’d rather be an Anglican.

Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine, 
There’s always laughter and good red wine. 
At least I’ve always found it so. 
Benedicamus Domino!

The Orthodox few fight in the east,
The serpent, crescent, and six horned beast,
Where cities of God are crowned in loss,
They drink the blood of Christ and Cross.

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First two are Belloc's, last, mine. Aid the fight,

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