Bless us all, Bless us all,
The long and the short and the tall.
Bless all the flamers and bless all the trolls,
And bless the poor buggers who try to control
The fights and the fuss, and the feuds
And that bloke from Chicago who's rude,
And that pestilent gent who's persistantly bent
On insisting the Mudcat's been screwed.
Bless us all, bless us all,
As we shout and we sing and we brawl
We're well out of fashion,
So sing it with passion,
Yes, sing out my friends, bless us all.

Bless us all, bless us all
Though we're banging our heads on the wall
Bless all the Mudcat's brigade of Joe clones,
And thank God for Cletus, who lowers the tone,
Bless all Bullshitters, who way down the page
Keep bashing away in a rage.
And bless the peacemakers, for doing their best
To stop us from lynching anonynous guests.
And bless all the folk who play musical chairs,
They've been asking what folk is for years
But we've not got a notion,,
both sides of the ocean,
So, sing out my friends, bless us all.

Well, it's a kind of a prayer...