Then Mary took her young son

And set him on her knee;

‘I pray thee now, dear child,

Tell how this world shall be.’—

‘O I shall be as dead, mother,

As the stones in the wall;

O the stones in the street, mother,

Shall mourn for me all.

‘And upon a Wednesday

My vow I will make,

And upon Good Friday

My death I will take.

‘Upon Easter-day, mother,

My uprising shall be;

O the sun and the moon, mother,

Shall both rise with me!’

Here’s one you probably haven’t read or heard: The Cherry-Tree Carol.