The Cherry-Tree Carol

Joseph was an old man,

and an old man was he,

And he married Mary,

the Queen of Galilee.

When Joseph was married,

and Mary home had brought,

Mary proved with child,

and Joseph knew it not.

Joseph and Mary walked

through a garden gay,

Where the cherries they grew

upon every tree.

O then bespoke Mary,

with words both meek and mild:

'O gather me cherries, Joseph,

they run so in my mind.'

And then replied Joseph,

with words so unkind:

'Let him gather thee cherries

that got thee with child.'

O then bespoke our Saviour,

all in his mother's womb:

'Bow down, good cherry-tree,

to my mother's hand.'

The uppermost sprig

bowed down to Mary's knee:

'Thus you may see, Joseph,

these cherries are for me.'

'O eat your cherries, Mary,

O eat your cherries now;

O eat your cherries, Mary,

that grow upon the bough.'

As Joseph was a walking,

he heard an angel sing:

'This night shall be born

our heavenly king.

'He neither shall be born

in housen nor in hall,

Nor in the place of Paradise,

but in an ox's stall.

'He neither shall be clothed

in purple nor in pall,

But all in fair linen,

as were babies all.

'He neither shall be rocked

in silver nor in gold,

But in a wooden cradle,

that rocks on the mould.

'He neither shall be christened

in white wine nor red,

But with fair spring water,

with which we were christened.'

Then Mary took her young son,

and set him on her knee:

'I pray thee now dear child,

tell how this world shall be.'

'O I shall be as dead, mother,

as the stones in the wall;

O the stones in the street, mother,

shall mourn for me all.

'And upon a Wednesday

my vow I will make,

And upon Good Friday

my death I will take.

'Upon Easter-day, mother,

my rising shall be;

O the sun and the moon

shall uprise with me.

'The people shall rejoice,

and the birds they shall sing,

To see the uprising

of the heavenly king.'