The Cherry-Tree Carol

As Joseph was a-walking
  He heard an angel sing:—
‘This night shall be born
  Our heavenly King;

‘He neither shall be born
  In housen nor in hall,
Nor in the place of Paradise,
  But in an ox’s stall;

‘He neither shall be clothed
  In purple nor in pall,
But all in fair linen
  As were babies all.

‘He neither shall be rocked
  In silver nor in gold,
But in a wooden cradle
  That rocks on the mould.

‘He neither shall be christened
  In white wine or red,
But with fair spring water
  With which we were christened.’