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The first good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of one
To see her own son Jesus
When he was first her son.
When he was first her son, O Lord
And blessed may we be
This brings tidings, sweet comfort and joy, and great joy
This brings tidings, sweet comfort and joy.
The next good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of two
To see her own son Jesus
To make the lame to go.
The next good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of three
To see her own son Jesus
To make the blind to see.
The next good joy that Mary had
It was the joy of four
To see her own son Jesus
To say the bible o'er.
The next good joy that Mary had
It was the joy of five
To see her own son Jesus
To raise the dead alive.
The next good joy that Mary had
It was the joy of six
To see her own son Jesus
To bear the crucifix.
The last good joy that Mary had
It was the joy of seven
To see her own son Jesus
To wear the Crown of Heaven.
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