Songs with rhymes of scorn

Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn

It's a song of a popinjay bravely born
Who turned up his noble nose with scorn

With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
Which once was bright as morn!

All forlorn
All mistaken
Feel no scorn

Don't look me with a scorn
In time mankind was born

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn

Tommy don't hold no scorn
Transcends limits of his culture
The very one from where I was born

And wishin you were never born
I'm not hear to scorn

Just don't get to messin' or you'll feel the woman's scorn
Might get you a lesson, make you wish you was never born

Now you look me with that scorn
Then you eat up all my corn

In mother's scorn
Blood was born

Forever he's sworn
To protect our world from hatred and scorn

And cut like a razored thorn
Bitter air and the winds of spite
Like the cold of winter's scorn

Open to your scorn
Between these two directions
My heart is sometimes torn

Whispered by a witch in the dawn
Summon the darkness pure evil and death
And gather the legions of scorn

In Bethlehem, in Jury this blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger upon this blessed morn
To which His Mother Mary did nothing take in scorn

All burned and scorn
Those alive will mourn

Did you kiss the foot that kicked you? Did you thank them for their scorn?
Did you ask for their forgiveness for the act of being born?

The merciless gods who sometimes pour down their scorn
They cannot die and also cannot be born

Is who they should scorn
Remember this
Passion insist they must be born