# When Joseph was an old, old man And an old, old man was he He courted Mary, sweet virgin Mary The Queen of Galilee.

Oh, then bespoke sweet Mary Mary so meek and so mild Pick me one cherry, Pick me a berry For I am with child.

Oh, then bespoke old Joseph In a voice that was unkind Let him pick cherries Let him pick berries That hath brought thee down with child.

Oh, then bespoke the sweet baby From within his mother's womb Bow down, bow down, thou tallest tree That my mother might have one.

Then bowest down the tallest tree Right into Sweet Mary's hand.

Now see here, Joseph, Now see here, Joseph, I have cherries at command.

Oh then bespoke old Joseph, I have done my Mary wrong.

Fear not, fear not, my dearest dear, And be thou not cast down.

So Joseph married his sweet Mary, Mary so meek and so mild.

And on that Christmas, That cold, cold Christmas, She delivered forth a child.

What will you name this child, Mary?

Mary so meek and so mild?

I’ll name him Jesus, sweet baby Jesus For he is Christ child