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.