Now the ones who said: “No!” are reviled,
While the crowds in the streets, they go wild.
But to those who will die,
Could they please explain why
It’s “progressive” to murder a child?
The Irish are crying with joy.
They’ll soon have the right to destroy
The helpless – what progress!
A new sin to confess!
The priest asks: “A girl or a boy?”
“Oh father! I have no idea.”
The girl in the box sheds a tear.
“If you’ve killed a son,
Or a daughter – it’s done,
And you must live with it, my dear.”