God's angry man,
his crotchety scholar,
Was St. Jerome, a great name -caller,
Who cared not a dime for laws of libel,
And in his spare time
translated the Bible.
St. Jerome, the thunderer
Quick to disparage all joys but learning
St. Jerome thought marriage
better than burning
But didn't like women's
painted cheeks
Yeah, he didn't like Romans
and he didn't like Greeks
Saint Jerome, the Thunderer
Hated pagans for their pagan ways
Yet doted on Cicero all of his days
A born reformer, cross and gifted
He scolded mankind sterner than swifty
Saint Jerome, the thunderer
But a swell man's mind with godly lovin'
It takes all kinds to make it
to heaven
Worked to save the world
from the heathen
Fled to a cave for peace to
breathe in
Promptly wherewith for miles around
He filled the air with fury and sound
Saint Jerome,
talking about the thunderous
In mighty prose for all mighty ends
He thrust at his foes,
quarreled with his friends
And served his master
though with complaints
He wasn't a plaster, sort of saint
Saint Jerome, the thunder
Can't get through life by
just being nice
Ignorance of scripture is
ignorance of Christ
Love without truth
is just sentimental
Truth without love is sterile
Saint Jerome, the thunderer
He swelled man's
minds with godly leaven
It takes all kinds to make
it to heaven
God's angry man, his crotchety scholar,
Was Saint Jerome,
the great name -caller,
Who cared not a dime for laws of libel,
And in his spare time,
translated the Bible,
Saint Jerome, the Thunderer
Saint Jerome, the Thunderer
You're young and ain't
the time to run
Yes, ain't you wrong to turn to her