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Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child, |
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By, by, lully, lullay |
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Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child, |
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By, by, lully, lullay |
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O sisters too, how may we do, |
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For to preserve this day, |
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This poor youngling, for whom we do sing, |
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By,by, lully,lullay? |
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Herod the king in his raging, |
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Charged he hath this day |
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His men of might, in his own sight |
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All young children to slay. |
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That woe is me, poor child, for thee, |
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And ever mourn and day, |
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For thy parting neither say nor sing, |
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By,by, lully,lullay. |
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Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child, |
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By, by, lully, lullay |
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Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child, |
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By, by, lully, lullay |
