Oh can you hear the feet of him That unto us good tidings bring: The latest gossip of the sin of so-called lady mary The maiden of so great respect The bride-to-be of dear joseph Is with a child and does confess the baby is not of him Now all can see her holiness Her honor, grace and faithfulness Was nothing but a vain pretense of being above all others Oh, isn't all Oh, isn't all this fine Her sin is worse Her sin is worse than mine Oh, isn't all this fine Oh have you heard the latest news Of how the carpenter would choose To stay attached and make his wife that infamous girl, mary He used to seem a splendid man We used to think his wisdom grand Who would've thought that He could stand a filthy harlot by him Now all can see his holiness His honor, grace and faithfulness Was nothing but a vain pretense of being above all others Oh, isn't all Oh, isn't all this fine His sin is worse His sin is worse than mine Oh, isn't all this fine One night some ordinary men Just average shepherd brethren Gazed at a brightly shining star And heard the sweetest news They rushed off to the nearby town Hear what they found: Descended down From heaven high the holy child At mercies of plain men Once they would see his holiness His honor, grace and faithfulness By hands of vain religiousness raised high above all others Oh have you heard Oh have you heard the news? Oh have you heard Oh have you heard the news? Above my soul he'll always shine For the sins he carried were mine