1. MARY

Oh, can you hear the feet of him
That unto us good tidings bring:
The latest gossip of the sin
Of so-called lady Mary?

The maiden of so great respect
The bride-to-be of dear Joseph
Is with a child and does confess
The baby is not of him

Now all can see her holiness
Her honor, grace and faithfulness
Was nothing but a vain pretense
Of being above all others

Oh, isn’t all…
Oh, isn’t all this fine?
Her sin is worse…
Her sin is worse than mine
Oh, isn’t all this fine?

Oh, have you heard the latest news
Of how the carpenter would choose
To stay attached and make his wife
That infamous girl, Mary?

He used to seem a splendid man
We used to think his wisdom grand
Who would’ve thought that he could stand
A filthy harlot by him?

Now all can see his holiness
His honor, grace and faithfulness
Was nothing but a vain pretense
Of being above all others

Oh, isn’t all…
Oh, isn’t all this fine?
His sin is worse…
His sin is worse than mine
Oh, isn’t all this fine?

One night some ordinary men
Just average shepherd brethren
Gazed at a brightly shining star
And heard the sweetest news

They rushed off to the nearby town
Hear what they found, descended down
From Heaven high, the Holy Child
At mercies of plain men

Once they would see His holiness
His honor, grace and faithfulness
By hands of a vain religiousness
Raised high above all others

Oh, have you heard…
Oh, have you heard the news?
Oh, have you heard…
Oh, have you heard the news?
Above my soul He’ll always shine
For the sins He carried were mine