Mary Mild

Mary Mild - The Kingston Trio

As it fell out on a cold winter day the drops of rain did fall

Our savior asked leave of his mother Mary if he might go play at ball

Go up the hill his mother said and there you will find three jolly children

But let me hear no complaint of you when you come home again

But the children said we are royal sons and we will not play at ball

For you are but a poor maid's child born in an oxen stall

If you are lord's and ladies' sons and you will not play at ball

I'll build you a bridge of the beams of

The sun to play upon us all

And he built them a bridge of the beams

Of the sun and over the pools they played all three

And the mothers called Mary call home your child

Their eyes all drowned in tears

Mary mild Mary mild Mary mild

Mary mild Mary mild called home her child

And when she asked him why said he

Oh I built them a bridge of the beams of the sun

So they would play at ball with me

So they would play with me