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The Cherry-Tree Carol
THE CHERRY-TREE CAROL—B
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a. Husk, Songs of the Nativity, p. 59, from a Worcester broadside of the last century. b. Hone's Ancient Mysteries, p. 90, from various copies. c. Sylvester, A Garland of Christmas Carols, p. 45. d. Birmingham chap-book, of about 1843, in B. Harris Cowper's Apocryphal Gospels, p. xxxviii.
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Joseph was an old man,and an old man was he,
And he married Mary,
the Queen of Galilee.
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When Joseph was married,and Mary home had brought,
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and Joseph knew it not.
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Joseph and Mary walkedthrough a garden gay,
Where the cherries they grew
upon every tree.
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O then bespoke Mary,with words both meek and mild:
‘O gather me cherries, Joseph,
they run so in my mind.’
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And then replied Joseph,with words so unkind:
‘Let him gather thee cherries
that got thee with child.’
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O then bespoke our Saviour,all in his mother's womb:
‘Bow down, good cherry-tree,
to my mother's hand.’
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The uppermost sprigbowed down to Mary's knee:
‘Thus you may see, Joseph,
these cherries are for me.’
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‘O eat your cherries, Mary,O eat your cherries now;
O eat your cherries, Mary,
that grow upon the bough.’
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As Joseph was a walking,he heard an angel sing:
‘This night shall be born
our heavenly king.
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‘He neither shall be bornin housen nor in hall,
Nor in the place of Paradise,
but in an ox's stall.
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‘He neither shall be clothedin purple nor in pall,
But all in fair linen,
as were babies all.
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‘He neither shall be rockedin silver nor in gold,
But in a wooden cradle,
that rocks on the mould.
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‘He neither shall be christenedin white wine nor red,
But with fair spring water,
with which we were christened.’
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Then Mary took her young son,and set him on her knee:
‘I pray thee now, dear child,
tell how this world shall be.’
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‘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.
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‘And upon a Wednesdaymy vow I will make,
And upon Good Friday
my death I will take.
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‘Upon Easter-day, mother,my rising shall be;
O the sun and the moon
shall uprise with me.
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‘The people shall rejoice,and the birds they shall sing,
To see the uprising
of the heavenly king.’
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