King Pharaoh
Gypsy Christmas Carol
Written by: Unknown, Copyright: Unknown
King Pharaoh sat a-musing,
A-musing all alone;
There came a blessed Savior,
And all to him unknown.
Say, where did you come from, good man,
Oh, where did you then pass?
It is out of the land Egypt,
Between an ox and an ass.
Oh, if you come out of Egypt, man,
One thing I fain I known,
Whether a blessed Virgin Mary
Sprung from an Holy Ghost?
For if this is true, is true, good man,
That you've been telling to me,
That the roasted cock do crow three times
In the place where they did stand.
Oh, it's straight away the cock did fetch,
And feathered to your own hand,
Three times a roasted cock did crow,
On the place where they did stand.
Joseph, Jesus and Mary
Were traveling for the west,
When Mary grew a-tired
She might sit down and rest.
They traveled further and further,
The weather being so warm,
Till they came unto some husbandman
A-sowing of his corn.
Come husbandman! cried Jesus,
From over speed and pride,
And carry home your ripened corn
That you've been sowing this day.
For to keep your wife and family
From sorrow, grief and pain,
And keep Christ in your remembrance
Till the time comes round again!'
A-musing all alone;
There came a blessed Savior,
And all to him unknown.
Say, where did you come from, good man,
Oh, where did you then pass?
It is out of the land Egypt,
Between an ox and an ass.
Oh, if you come out of Egypt, man,
One thing I fain I known,
Whether a blessed Virgin Mary
Sprung from an Holy Ghost?
For if this is true, is true, good man,
That you've been telling to me,
That the roasted cock do crow three times
In the place where they did stand.
Oh, it's straight away the cock did fetch,
And feathered to your own hand,
Three times a roasted cock did crow,
On the place where they did stand.
Joseph, Jesus and Mary
Were traveling for the west,
When Mary grew a-tired
She might sit down and rest.
They traveled further and further,
The weather being so warm,
Till they came unto some husbandman
A-sowing of his corn.
Come husbandman! cried Jesus,
From over speed and pride,
And carry home your ripened corn
That you've been sowing this day.
For to keep your wife and family
From sorrow, grief and pain,
And keep Christ in your remembrance
Till the time comes round again!'