Born
in Riva near Chieri,
For
none were you fiery.
Farmer
and a blacksmith was your father,
Death
preferred more than sin by you rather.
Jesus
and Mary were your friends,
Through
confession your heart you did mend.
I
am the cloth and you are the tailor,
Help
me to travel with Jesus and become a good sailor.
Swearing
and taking God’s name in vain,
To
you it was a very big stain.
Help
me to follow Jesus our Lord,
And
do His will by following His accord.

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