There was a young maiden named Mary

Who was readying her trousseau to marry

But an angel said, “The Gospel you’ll carry”

Who will deliver from sin and make us merry.

 

This young maiden had no time to waste

She packed her bag and left in all haste

Setting out walking at a furious pace

Her womb ever stretching with God’s Grace.

 

When old Elizabeth opened her front door

She welcomed and blessed her blessed visitors

For young maiden Mary was to be progenitor

Of the One who would be our Savior.

 

Then young maiden Mary sang extolly

Of God, who lifts the low and lowly

And through their Son Jesus solely

remakes us whole and holy.