Tis a sweet wee holy prayer
For October or for May
Anytime or anywhere
Tisn’t difficult to say
You could say it cooking – sewing
Or when cleaning up the place
When home-coming when out-going
Hail, Mary, Full of Grace

It will sanctify your losses
And turn them all to gains
It will glorify your crosses
And pacify your pains
Say it when your hopes grow dimmer
And your struggles grimmer grow
Pray it in your spells of gladness
And of sadness and of woe

Say it when you’re feeling weary
And your heart is sad and sore
And the oftener you pray it
You will come to love it more
You will grow to say it sleeping
And when death you have to face
None in vain has ever prayed it
Hail, Mary, Full of Grace.