Sycamore Tree

As I sat under a sycamore tree,
A sycamore tree, a sycamore tree,
I looked me out upon the sea
On Christ’s Sunday at morn.

I saw three ships a-sailing there,
A-sailing there, a sailing there,
Jesus Mary and Joseph they bare
On Christ’s Sunday at morn.

Joseph did whistle and Mary did sing,
Mary did sing, Mary did sing,
And all the bells on earth did ring
For joy our lord was born.

O they sailed in to Bethlehem,
To Bethlehem, to Bethlehem;
St Michael was the steersman,
St John sat in the horn.

And all the bells on earth did ring,
On earth did ring, on earth did ring;
‘Welcome be thou Heaven’s King,
On Christ’s Sunday at morn.’

Green Grass

Around the green gravel the grass grows green,
And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;
Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,
And write their names with a pen and ink.