Shropshire Folk-Lore: A Sheaf of Gleanings edited by Charlotte Sophia Burne from the collections of Georgina Frederica Jackson (London: Trübner & Co., 1883), page 566:

THE SEVEN VIRGINS.

Copied from a small chap-book collection of carols (title gone), by Mr. Hubert Smith. A nearly identical copy in a chap-book Selection of Christmas Hymns, printed by J. Wrigley, 30, Miller Street, Manchester.

1. All under the leaves, and the leaves of life,
I met with Virgins seven,
And one of them was Mary mild,
Our Lord's mother in heaven.

2. O what are you seeking, you seven fair maids,
All under the leaves of life?
Come tell, come tell, what seek you,
All under the leaves of life?

3. We're seeking for no leaves, Thomas!
But for a friend of thine,
We're seeking for sweet Jesus Christ,
To be our guide and thine.

4. Go down, go down, to yonder town,
And sit in the gallery [= Galilee?],
And there you'll see sweet Jesus Christ
Nailed to a big yew tree.

5. So down they went to yonder town
As fast as foot could fall,
And many a grievous bitter tear
From the Virgins' eyes did fall.

6. O peace, mother, O peace, mother,
Your weeping doth me grieve,
I must suffer this, he said,
For Adam and for Eve.

7. O mother, take you John Evangelist,
All for to be your son,
And he will comfort you sometimes,
Mother, as I have done.

8. O come, thou John Evangelist,
Thou'rt welcome unto me,
But more welcome, my own dear son,
Whom I nursed on my knee.

9. Then he laid his head on his right shoulder,
Seeing death it struck him nigh,—
The Holy Ghost be with your soul,
I die, mother dear, I die.

10. Furthermore for our enemies all,
Our prayers they should be strong.
Amen, good Lord; your charity
Is the ending of my song.