The Bitter Withy is an English folk song reflecting an unusual and apocryphal vernacular idea of Jesus Christ. The withy of the title is the Willow

Willow

Willows, sallows, and osiers form the genus Salix, around 400 species of deciduous trees and shrubs, found primarily on moist soils in cold and temperate regions of the Northern Hemisphere...

 and song gives an explanation as to why the willow tree rots from the centre out, rather than the outside in. The song is given an update in a recent recording by the renowned British folk artist, John Tams

John Tams

John Tams is an English actor, singer, songwriter, composer and musician.- Folk musician :John Tams was a member of Derbyshire folk group Muckram Wakes in the 1970s, then worked with Ashley Hutchings as singer and melodeon-player on albums including Son of Morris On, and as a member of the...

on his acclaimed album 'The Reckoning' (2006).

The Bitter Withy

As it fell out on a holy day,

The drops of rain did fall, did fall,

Our Saviour asked leave of His mother, May,

If He might go play at ball.

“To play at ball, my own dear Son,

It’s time you was going or gone,

But be sure let me hear no complaint of you,

At night when you do come home.”

It was upling scorn and downling scorn!

Oh, there He met three jolly jerdins [1]

Oh, there He asked the three jolly jerkins

If they would go play at ball.

“Oh, we are lords’ and ladies’ sons,

Born in bower or in hall.”

“Then at the very last I’ll make it appear

That I am above you all.”

Our Saviour built a bridge with the beams of the sun,

And over He gone, He gone He;

And after followed the three jolly jerdins,

And drownded they were all three.

It was up the hill and down the hill!

The mothers of them did whoop and call,

Crying out: “Mary mild, call home your child,

For ours are drownded all!”

Mary mild, Mary mild called home her Child,

And laid our Saviour across her knee,

And with a whole handful of bitter withy

She gave Him slashes three.

Then He says to His Mother: “Oh, the withy! Oh, the withy!

The bitter withy that causes me to smart, to smart,

Oh, the withy, it shall be the very first tree

That perishes at the heart!”

External links

• On hymnsandcarolsofchristmas.com