Ride onward, sweet Mary, ride onward, keep on

Ride onward, sweet Mary, ride onward, keep on,

the roosters are crowing, we're close to the town.

Ride onward, beloved, where comfort waits;

we'll soon be arriving at Bethlehem's gates.

And there you may slumber safe and warm.

The roosters are crowing, we're nearing the town.

See how you falter, so weak and weary!

Nor can I ease your pain, dearest Mary.

Take heart, for shelter awaits us now.

The cocks are crowing, we're nearing the town.

Oh! that your time had arrived, little dear:

good news that I'd give anything to hear.

This donkey I'd give if it were done.

The roosters are crowing... come, near is the town.