Well could she spin;
Joseph as a carpenter,
Could his bread win.
When Joseph was grown old,
That no longer work he could,
The thread he wound,
And Jesus to rich and poor
Carried it round.'"
WILLIAM J. THOMS.
Well could she spin;
Joseph as a carpenter,
Could his bread win.
When Joseph was grown old,
That no longer work he could,
The thread he wound,
And Jesus to rich and poor
Carried it round.'"
WILLIAM J. THOMS.