Joseph was an old man an old man was he
When he married Virgin Mary the Queen of Galilee
As Mary and Joseph were walking one day
To an orchard of cherry trees they chanced for to stray
Then Mary said to Joseph so meek and so mild
Pick me some cherries Joseph for I am with child
But Joseph flew angry so angry flew he
Let the father of your baby gather cherries for thee
The up spoke Lord Jesus from in his mother's womb
Bow low down cherry trees bow down to the ground
And the cherry trees bowed down bowed low to the ground
And Mary gathered cherries while Joseph stood round
Then Joseph took mary all upon his right knee
Come tell me pretty baby when your birthday shall be
On the fifth day of January my birthday shall be
And the stars in the heaven shall all bow down to me