| He bare hym up, he bare hym down,
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| He bare hym into an orchard brown.
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| Lully, lulley, lully, lulley,
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| The falcon hath born my mate away.
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| And in that orchard there was an hall,
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| That was hanged with purple and pall.
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| And in that hall there was a bed,
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| And it was hangid with gold so red.
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| Lully, lulley, lully, lulley,
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| The falcon hath born my mate away.
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| And on this bed there lythe a knight,
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| His woundes bleeding day and night.
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| By that bed side kneeleth a may,
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| And she weepeth both night and day.
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| Lully, lulley, lully, lulley,
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| The falcon hath born my mate away.
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| And by his bed side standith a stone,
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| «Corpus Christi"written theron. |