The Cherry Tree Carol
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Letras
Joseph and Mary walked
Through an orchard good
Where was cherries and berries
So red as any blood
Then bespoke Mary
So meek, and so mild
'Pluck me one cherry, Joseph
For I am with child'
Oh, then bespoke Joseph
With words most unkind
'Let him pluck thee a cherry
That brought thee with child'
Oh, then bespoke the baby
Within his mother's womb
'Bow down then the tallest tree
For my mother to have some'
Then bow'd down the highest tree
Unto his mother's hand
When she cried 'See, Joseph
I have cherries at command'
Oh, eat your cherries, Mary
Oh, eat your cherries now
Oh, eat your cherries, Mary
That grow upon the bough
Oh, I shall be as dead, mother
As the stones in the wall
Oh, the stones in the street, mother
Shall mourn for me all
Oh, I shall be as dead, mother
As the stones in the wall
Oh, the stones in the street, mother
Shall mourn for me all
Oh, I shall be as dead, mother
As the stones in the wall
Oh, the stones in the street, mother
Shall mourn for me all
Oh, I shall be as dead, mother
As the stones in the wall
Oh, the stones in the street, mother
Shall mourn for me all
Oh, eat your cherries, Mary
Oh, eat your cherries now
Oh, eat your cherries, Mary
That grow upon the bough
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