Mary, out a -walkin' one day,
Here is apples and cherries,
Here is apples and cherries,
oh, go and gather me some cherries,
Said, go and gather me some cherries,
Said, let the father of the baby
Said, let the father of the baby
Jesus from his mother's womb,
said, bow low, low, cherry tree,
bow low down to the ground.
Said bow low, low cherry tree,
bow you low down to the ground.
Then the cherry tree bowed low down,
Mary gathered cherries while
Mary gathered cherries while
Mary all on his right knee
when your birthday will be.
Said, tell me, tell me, pretty baby,
when your birthday will be.
January, my birthday will be,
when the stars an d the elements doth tremble
with glee, when the stars and
the elements doth tremble with glee.