| 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 |