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 this fine

Her sin is worse than mine

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 this fine

His sin is worse than mine

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 vain religiousness raised high above all others

Oh have you heard the news?

Oh have you heard the news?

Above my soul he’ll always shine

For the sins he carried were mine