Jesus and the Virgin Mary (B)

Here we come to sing our lay.
Welcome, welcome, month of May!
Little pretty girls so fair.
Far and wide
At summer-tide
Are rosebuds springing every where.

The Virgin and her blessed Son
Up to Jerusalem were gone;

She went to church, but while she pray'd,
In slumber sank the Holy Maid:

And when she woke from sleep' again,
Gone was He from where he had lain.

Mary looked among the chairs,
Where the maidens sat at prayers.

She look'd behind the holy tree,
Where many a sinner bent the knee.

At last, as to the stile she came,
There Hallelujah met the dame.

"Hark Hallelujah! dear old friend,
"Hast thou seen Jesus hither wend?'

"Up at Jerusalem yestre'en
"Thy dear son, Jesus, I have seen.

"I heard him there, I saw him there,
"A gory crown of thorns he bare.

"With whips his little back they flay'd,
"Of leather straps new scourges made."

This song we yet must sing again,
Little pretty girls so fair.
Before we think of all his pain.
Far and wide
At summer -tide
Are rosebuds springing every where.