Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BITTER WITHY (1), by ANONYMOUS


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THE BITTER WITHY (1), by                    
First Line: As it fell out on a holy day
Last Line: "oh! The withy, it shall be the very first tree / that perishes at the heart"
Subject(s): Jesus Christ - Childhood & Youth;punishment


As it fell out on a Holy Day,
The drops of rain did fall, did fall,
Our Saviour asked leave of His mother Mary
If He might go play at ball.
"To play at ball, my own dear Son,
It's time You was going or gone,
But be sure let me hear no complaint of You,
At night when You do come home.'
It was upling scorn and downling scorn,
Oh, there He met three jolly jerdins;
Oh, there He asked the jolly jerdins
If they would go play at ball.
"Oh, we are lords' and ladies' sons,
Born in bower or in hall,
And You are some poor maid's child
Born'd in an ox's stall.'
"If you are lords' and ladies' sons,
Born'd in bower or in hall,
Then at the last I'll make it appear
That I am above you all.'
Our Saviour built a bridge with the beams of the sun,
And over it He gone, He gone He.
And after followed the three jolly jerdins,
And drownded they were all three.
It was upling scorn and downling scorn,
The mothers of them did whoop and call,
Crying out, "Mary mild, call home your Child,
For ours are drownded all.'
Mary mild, Mary mild, called home her Child,
And laid our Saviour across her knee,
And with a whole handful of bitter withy
She gave him slashes three.
Then He says to His mother, "Oh! the withy, oh! the withy,
The bitter withy that causes me to smart, to smart,
Oh! the withy, it shall be the very first tree
That perishes at the heart.'





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