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Coventry Carol
Lully, Lullay,
Thy little tiny Child,
By by, lully, lullay.
Thy little tiny Child,
By by, lully, lullay.
O sisters, too,
How may we do,
For to preserve this day?
This poor Youngling,
For whom we do 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 young children to slay.
That woe is me,
Poor child, for thee.
And ever mourn and say
For thy parting,
Neither say nor sing,
By by, lully lullay.
Lully, Lullay,
Thy little tiny Child,
By by, lully, lullay.
Thy little tiny Child,
By by, lully, lullay.
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