3 Mary said to Joseph,
with her sweet lips so mild,
'Pluck those cherries, Joseph,
for to give to my child.'
4 O then replied Joseph,
with words so unkind,
'I will pluck no cherries
for to give to thy child.'
5 Mary said to cherry-tree,
'Bow down to my knee,
That I may pluck cherries,
by one, two, and three.'
6 The uppermost sprig then
bowed down to her knee:
'Thus you may see, Joseph,
these cherries are for me.'
7 'O eat your cherries, Mary,
O eat your cherries now,
O eat your cherries, Mary,
that grow upon the bough.'
8 As Joseph was a walking
he heard angels sing,
'This night there shall be born
our heavenly king.
9 'He neither shall be born
in house nor in hall,
Nor in the place of Paradise,
but in an ox-stall.
10 'He shall not be clothed
in purple nor pall,
But all in fair linen,
as wear babies all.
11 'He shall not be rocked
in silver nor gold,
But in a wooden cradle,
that rocks on the mould.
12 'He neither shall be christened
in milk nor in wine,
But in pure spring-well water,
fresh sprung from Bethine.'