Classic Poem

Sister Mary had-a but one child,
Born in Bethlehem
And-a every time-a that baby cried,
She'd-a rocked him in a weary land.
Oh, three wise men to Jerusalem came,
They traveled very far
They said: “Where is he born King of the Jews,
For we have a-seen his star.”
King Herod's heart was troubled,
He marveled but his face was grim.
He said: “Tell me where the Child may be found,
I'll go and worship him.”

An angel appeared to Joseph,
And gave him-a this-a command:
“Arise ye, take-a your wife and child,
Go flee into Egypt land.”

For yonder comes old Herod,
A wicked man and bold.
He's slayin' all the children,
From six to eight days old.