His blazing eyes surveyed them all
This obnoxious man, almost six feet tall
His rantings and ravings shook the earth
With an iron will, but with little mirth

From his pulpit, he would tear you asunder
In a voice that roared like a clap of thunder
Queen Mary of Scots, she drew his wrath
Then rued the day she crossed his path

They came from up and down the land
To see and hear this frightening man
He preached about sin and its evil ways
And people shook as they sat and prayed

His beard was wild, long and flowing
And his eyes burned like coals a-glowing
People round his house would flock
To catch a glimpse of old John Knox