| Away in a manger, no crib for His bed
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| The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head
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| The stars in the bright sky look down where He lay
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| The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay
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| Mary was that mother, mine
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| Jesus Christ, her little child
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| The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
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| But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes
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| I love Thee, Lord Jesus, come down from the sky
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| And stay by my bedside 'til morning is nigh
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| Mary was that mother, mine
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| Jesus Christ, her little child
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| Mary was that mother, mine
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| Jesus Christ, her little, little child
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| The stars in the bright sky look down where He lay
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| The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay
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| Mary was that mother, mine
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| Jesus Christ, little child
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| Mary was that mother, mine
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| Jesus Christ, her little child
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| Mary was that mother, mine
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| Jesus Christ, her little child
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| Mary was that mother, mine
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| Jesus Christ, her little child |