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:As it fell out on a holy day, :The drops of rain did fall, did fall, :Our Saviour asked leave of His mother, Mary, :If He might go play at ball. :“To play at ball, my own dear Son, :It’s time you was going or gone, or gone, :But be sure let me hear no complaint of you, :At night when you do come home.” :It was upling scorn and downling scorn! :Oh, there He met three jolly jerdins :Oh, there He asked the three jolly jerkins :If they would go play at ball. :“Oh, we are lords’ and ladies’ sons, :Born in bower or in hall, in hall. :And you are but some poor maid's child :Born in an ox's stall.” :“Oh, if you are lords’ and ladies’ sons, :Born in bower or in hall, in hall. :Then at the very last I’ll make it appear :That I am above you all.” :Our Saviour built a bridge with the beams of the sun, :And over He gone, He gone He; :And after followed the three jolly jerdins, :And drownded they were all three. :It was up the hill and down the hill! :The mothers of them did whoop and call, :Crying out: “Mary mild, call home your child, :For ours are drownded all!” :Mary mild, Mary mild called home her Child, :And laid our Saviour across her knee, :And with a whole handful of bitter withy :She gave Him slashes three. :Then He says to His Mother: “Oh, the withy! Oh, the withy! :The bitter withy that causes me to smart, to smart, :Oh, the withy, it shall be the very first tree :That perishes at the heart!” == See also ==