AN OLD CORNISH CAROL
Modryb Marya or the Virgin Mary Now of all the trees by the king’s highway. Which do you love the best? Oh! the one that is green, upon Christmas Day, The bifeh with the bleeding breast: Now the holly with her drops of blood for me: For that is Modryb Marya’s tree. Its leaves are sweet with our Saviour’s name, 'Tis a plant that loves the poor: Summer and winter it shines the same Beside the cottage door.
Oh! the holly with her drops of blood for me: For that is Modryb Marya’s tree. ’Tis a bush that the birds will never leave: They sing in it all day long; But sweetest of all upon Christmas Eve Is to hear the robin’s song. 'Tis the merriest sound upon earth and sea: For it comes from Modryb Marya’s tree. So, of all that grow by the king’s highway, I love that tree the best; ’Tis a bower for the birds upon Christmas Day, The bush of the bleeding breast. Oh! the holly with her drops of blood for me: For that is Modryb Marya’s tree.
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Press, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22593, 24 December 1938, Page 4 (Supplement)
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188AN OLD CORNISH CAROL Press, Volume LXXIV, Issue 22593, 24 December 1938, Page 4 (Supplement)
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