And as if to illustrate my point…

that not all Traditionalists are insufferable Pharisees, a reader writes:

First, please allow me to recuse myself.

I am not a Rad Trad, nor a Mad Trad (what’s to be mad about?? My side won the war.)

I am a Glad Trad (per St. Philip Neri and the Oratory).

Most Sundays, my daughter and I attend the 11AM “Sung Latin” Mass at “Mommy’s Oratory”.

Many years ago, the Oratory very quietly and gently opened a liturgical second front, first in England, then in Canada: “Novus Ordo? No problemo. This Mass in this time slot will be in English, this one will be in Lithiuanian – and that one over here will happen to be in Latin, and shucks and darn it all, the only music we have is plainchant etc.”

When the Vat 2 came along, we thought we were going go keep Tantum Ergo, but also get all those grand old hymns from the cowboy movies (Shall We Gather at the River etc). It turn out both were dumped and we got Haugen and Haas.

However, the world spins on.

Here are the rules of the conquest:

Take the grand old camp song (from the movie Sgt York): Gimme that old time Religion.

Gimme that Old Time Religion,
Gimme that Old Time Religion,
Gimme that Old Time Religion,
It’s good enough for me.

It was good for m’father
It was good for m’father
It was good for m’father
And it’s good enough for me.

It was tried in the fiery furnace,
It was tried in the fiery furnace,
It was tried in the fiery furnace,
And it’s good enough for me.

I want Latin lyrics, with the above meter:

Latin Verses:
1111, 1111
1111, 1111
1111, 1111
(something, something, Latin words).

English Refrain:
Gimme that Old Time Religion,
Gimme that Old Time Religion,
Gimme that Old Time Religion,
It’s good enough for me.

Your thoughts?

Sounds fun. Don’t know enough Latin to play, but I can inspire you with this:

Rudolphus, naso rubro,
naso nitidissimo,
si umquam eum spectes,
dicas eum fulgere.
Reliqui tum renones
deridebant ludentes,
semper vetabant eum
apud ludos ludere.

Deinde ante natalem
Santa venit, et
“Tu, Rudolphe nitide,
traham meam duc nocte.”
Dein, ut renones amant,
exclamantes hilare:
“Rudolphe, naso rubro,
in annalibus eris!”