13 Mary took her baby,
she dressed him so sweet;
She laid him in a manger,
all there for to sleep.
14 As she stood over him
she heard angels sing,
'Oh bless our dear Saviour,
our heavenly king.'
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Notes and Queries, Fourth Series, XII, 461; taken from the mouth of a wandering gypsy girl in Berkshire.
1 O Joseph was an old man,
and an old man was he,
And he married Mary,
from the land of Galilee.
2 Oft after he married her,
how warm he were abroad,
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
3 Then Mary and Joseph
walkd down to the gardens cool;
Then Mary spied a cherry,
as red as any blood.
4 'Brother Joseph, pluck the cherry,
for I am with child:'
'Let him pluck the cherry, Mary,
as is father to the child.'
5 Then our blessed Saviour spoke,
from his mother's womb:
'Mary shall have cherries,
and Joseph shall have none.'
6 From the high bough the cherry-tree
bowd down to Mary's knee;
Then Mary pluckt the cherry,
by one, two, and three.