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Lullay, lullay, thou little tiny child
By, by, lullay, lullay
Lullay, thou little tiny child
By, by, lullay, lullay
O sisters too, what may we do
For to preserve this day?
This poor youngling, for whom we sing
By, by, lullay, 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 may
For thy parting, not say nor sing,
By, by, lullay, lullay