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THE CHERRY-TREE CAROL
' He neither shall be clothed
In purple nor in pall, But all in fair linen,
As were babies all.
' He neither shall be rock'd
In silver nor in gold, But in a wooden cradle
That rocks on the mould.
' He neither shall be christen'd
In white wine nor red, But with fair spring water
With which we were christened.
Then Mary took her young son And set him on her knee ;
'I pray thee now, dear child,
Tell how this world shall be.'—
' O I shall be as dead, mother, As the stones in the wall;
O the stones in the street, mother, Shall mourn for me all.
' And upon a Wednesday
My vow I will make, And upon Good Friday
My death I will take.
pall] fine cloth.