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Lulla, thou little tiny child |
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By by, lully, lullay |
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Lullay, thou little tiny child |
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By by, lully lullay |
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Oh, 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 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 children young to slay |
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This poor youngling for whom we sing |
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By by, lully lullay |
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That woe is me, poor child for Thee |
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And ever morn and say |
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For Thy parting, nor say nor sing |
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By by, lully lullay |
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By by, lully lullay |
