Midnight Mass in Knockray Midnight mass one Christmas Eve, The faithful come to pray In the parish chapel In the village of Knockray, The pious in the front pews And at the gable wall The randy boys of Ryna, The remotest place of all. The priest ad infinitum Talks of the virgin birth, Goes on and on about Mary, The only one on earth Of immaculate conception And of God’s majestic plan, How Mary, ever virgin, Was untouched by man. The Ryna boys are full of drink And, tired of the priest’s singsong, They shuffle at the gable wall And…