When Joseph was an olden man,
had lived full many a year
He courted and wedded the Queen of Heav'n,
and called her his dear.
Then Joseph was a carpenter,
And Mary baked and spun, and spun
And when 'twas ripe-cherry
time again, A family was begun.
Then Mary in her meekness,
Then Mary what was mild, so mild
Said,"Cherries is the bestest
thing for women bearin' child.
Then up spake Joseph to Mary,
He was a man unkind, unkind,
"Oh it's who has sired your baby
that's botherin' my mind."
"Go tell this one, and straightaway,
that cherries hain't nothin' to me, to me,
If he's e'er a man to sire a child,
he's a man to climb a tree."
Then Mary's Son, our Saviour,
he spoke from Mary's heart, her heart,
"I'll make this tree bow down,
bow down, I'll take my mammy's part"
Then the cherry tree hit bowed low down,
hit bowed down to the ground, the ground,
And gentle Mary helped herself,
to cherries without a sound.
Then Joseph said in terror,
"I see my wrong is great, is great
Pray come my gentle Queen of Heav'n,
the secret do relate."
Then said the Virgin Mary,
"The secret I will share, will share;
On Christmas Eve in an ox's stall
the Christ Child I will bear."