AS JOSEPH WAS A-WALKING

LYRICS

As Joseph was a-walking 
He heard an angel sing:
This night there shall shall be born
Our gracious heav’nly King;

He neither shall be born 
in housen nor in hall,
Nor in the place of Paradise, 
But in an oxen’s stall.

He neither shall be clothed 
in purple nor in pall,
But all in the fair white linen 
As wear sweet babies all.

He neither shall be bedded
In silver nor in gold,
But in a wooden cradle 
that rocks out in the cold.

As Joseph was a-walking, 
thus did the angel sing;
And Mary’s Child at midnight 
was born to be our King.