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was an old man, And old man was he ; He married with Mary, The Queen of Glory.

Joseph took Mary In the orchard wood, Where there were apples, plums, cherries, As red as any blood.

Then bespoke Mary, So meek and so mild: Get me some cherries For my body's bound with child.

Joseph he's taken These words so unkind: Let them get you cherries, Mary, That did your body bind. Then bespoke Jesus, All in His mother's womb: Go to the tree, Mary, And it shall bow down;

The highest bough of the cherry tree Shall bow down to Mary's knee, And she shall have cherries For her young Son and she.

Mary got cherries By one, two and three; Mary got cherries For her young Son and she. Rh