The Cherry Tree Carol
O Joseph and Mary walked through an orchard good,
Where the cherries and berries so red as blood.
O then bespoke Mary, so meek and so mild:
‘Pluck me one cherry, Joseph, for I am with child.’
O then bespoke Joseph with words most unkind:
‘Let him pluck thee a cherry that begot the child.’
O then spoke the babe, within his mother’s womb:
‘Bow down then the tallest tree, for me mother might have some.’
Then bowed down the tree unto his mother’s hand;
Then she cried, ‘I have cherries at command.’
O then bespake Joseph: ‘I have done thee wrong;
But cheer up, my dearest, and be not cast down.’
Then Mary plucked she a cherry so red as the blood,
Then she went home with her heavy load.
Then took she her babe all on her knee,
Saying, ‘My dear son, tell me what this world will be.’
‘O I shall be as dead as the stone in the wall;
O the stones in the streets shall mourn me all.
Upon the third day will my rising be;
O the sun and the moon shall both rise with me.’