| Lullay, Thou tiny little Child
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| Bye-bye, lulle, lullay;
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| Lullay, Thou tiny little Child,
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| Bye-bye, lulle, lullay.
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| Oh sisters two, how may we do To preserve this day?
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| This poor Youngling for whom we sing
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| Bye-bye, lulle, 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 soldiers in their strength and might,
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| All children young to slay.
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| Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
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| And ever mourn and say,
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| For at thy parting nor say nor sing
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| Bye-bye, lulle, lullay.
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| And when the stars ingather do,
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| In their far venture stay,
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| Then smile as dreaming, Little One,
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| Bye-bye, lulle, lullay. |