Neighbour, what has you so excited?
Do tell me please.
Haven't you heard a child is born that all want to see?
Son of a pure and modest virgin, Mary's her name
They say her baby is the savior prophets proclaim
I would be pleased to go with you, so likely I'll go
But can we take our time to see him?
Shop on the road?
Have you some cake to take the infant?
Sugar-plums, too?
I'm sure that Mary's house is lovely, tidy and new
I am afraid that you're mistaken, wrong as can be
This blessed maiden has no splendid rich place to stay
For she lies within a wretched stable dirty and poor
There is no table for your presents, only the floor
Surely she has a warm soft cradle there for the child
One has to rock and calm an infant
so weak and so mild
What sort of guards and servants
has she to give her aid?
Cannot the heavenly father's power help the poor maid?