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Thread #16164 Message #2223848
Posted By: Herga Kitty
28-Dec-07 - 02:55 PM
Thread Name: Origin: Mary Mild / Bitter Withy / Holy Well
Subject: RE: History of 'Mary Mild' (Bitter Withy / Holy Well)
The version I remember from the YT was something like
As it fell out one bright summer's day
Small hail from the sky did fall
Our Saviour asked his mother dear
If he might go and play at ball.
At ball, at ball, at ball my son
It's time that you were gone
And don't let me hear of any mischief
This night when you come home
So it's up the hill and down the hill
Our sweet young Saviour run
Until he met three rich young lords
Good morning to each one
Good morn, good morn, good morn he said
Good morning, then said he
And which of you three rich young lords
Will play at the ball with me.
Oh we are lords and ladies' sons
Born in the bower and hall
And you are nothing but a poor Jew's child
Born in an ox's stall.
Well if I'm nothing but a poor Jew's child
Born in an ox's stall
I'll make you believe to your latter end
I'm an angel above you all.
So he's built him a bridge from the beams of the sun
And over the water ran he
And the rich young lords ran after him
And drowned they were all three.
Then it's up the hill and down the hill
Three rich young mothers run
Saying Mary mild, fetch home your child
For ours he's killed each one
So Mary mild fetched home her child
And laid him across her knee
And with a twig of willow wand
She gave him lashes three.
Oh bitter withy, oh bitter withy
Since you've caused me to smart
The willow shall be the very first tree
To perish at the heart.