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.

'Upon Easter-day, mother,
  my uprising shall be;
O the sun and the moon, mother
  shall both rise with me.