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Lullay, thou little tiny child, lullay,
By, by, lully, lullay;
Lullay, thou little tiny child, lullay,
By, by, lully, lullay.
O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day,
This poor youngling, for whom we sing,
By, by, lully, lullay;
Herod, the king, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight,
All children young to slay.
Then woe is me, poor child, for thee!
And ever mourn and pray,
Lullay, thou little tiny child, lullay,
By, by, lully, lullay.
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