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Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child,
bye bye lully lullay.
O sisters too,
how may we do
for to preserve this day,
this poor youngling
for whom we do sing,
bye bye lully, lullay.
Lully, lullay...
Herod the king,
in his raging,
charged he hath this day
his men of might,
in his own sight,
bye, bye lully, lullay
Then woe is me,
poor child for thee,
and ever morn we may,
for thy parting
neither say nor sing,
bye, bye lully, lullay.
Lully, lullay...
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