Bitter Withy

Also fell to the rise in the feast
Small rain from the sky did not fall
Sweet Jesus asked his mother light
And could lead to the ball.

In the ball in the court of my country,
And the nephew At the time I was not me
Nor any violation Hirov come
When this nation.

And in the hill and down the hill,
Even with the sweet young faithful,
Even met with the three sons of nobles
Looking for the table.

Hassan Hassan morning, morning, good morning,
And : good morning, and you said,
By now, you sons of nobles
And three plays in the ball with me?

Are you a great three sons
Born sons of nobles in the death
And you Jews in poor children
Born in 207 in place.

Had I simply poor Jewish child
Born in 207 in place,
And when you are at the end of your recent letter
In my angle above all.

What is the building of a bridge
With the sun and with, and on.
The three princes of the follow-up
And they tried all three.

Beyond that, and on a hill and the hill
Three rich mothers with young people,
The season of tears, Mary, to adopt the child
And for us in each of the water.

Mary says in the home,
The child is placed in her knee
And in the Withy of twigs
And gave him three pieces.

Oh Withy you time, time Withy
That caused me to "Zu,
Withy to be the first tree
To death in the heart.