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Lullay lullu, thou little tiny child
By by, lullay lullay
O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling
For whom we sing
By by, lullay lullay?
Lullay lullu, thou little tiny child
By by, lullay lullay
Herod, the king
In his raging
Chargeth he doth this day
His men of might
In his own right,
All young children to slay
Lullay, thou little tiny child
La la, lullay lullay
That woe is me
Poor child for thee!
And ever morn and day,
For thy parting
Neither say nor sing
By by, lully lullay!
Lully lullay, thou little tiny child
By by, lullay lullay
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