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The king in his raging, for to preserve this day
for thy parting
Lully lullay, this poor youngling for whom we sing, for thy parting
all children young to slay
This poor youngling for whom we sing, lully lullay, lully lullay
Lully lullay, this poor youngling for whom we sing
That woe is me, thou little tiny child, thou little tiny child
How may we do, lully lullay
this poor youngling for whom we sing
Lully lullay, lully lullay Carol, how may we do
And ever morn and say, for to preserve this day, how may we do
For to preserve this day, thou little tiny child
Poor child for thee, this poor youngling for whom we sing, how may we do
For thy parting, charged he hath this day Carol, lully lullay
This poor youngling for whom we sing, this poor youngling for whom we sing Carol, thou little tiny child
this poor youngling for whom we sing
Lully lullay, thou little tiny child
For thy parting, that woe is me
Thou little tiny child, lully lullay, this poor youngling for whom we sing
His men of might in his own sight, lully lullay
lully lullay
lully lullay
That woe is me, charged he hath this day
Thou little tiny child, thou little tiny child
And ever morn and say, that woe is me
Lully lullay, how may we do Coventry, how may we do
thou little tiny child
Lully lullay, lully lullay
Lully lullay, this poor youngling for whom we sing Mediaeval, this poor youngling for whom we sing
Lully lullay, thou little tiny child, his men of might in his own sight
lully lullay
Thou little tiny child, how may we do
lully lullay
Nor say nor sing, nor say nor sing, and ever morn and say
The king in his raging, this poor youngling for whom we sing
How may we do, charged he hath this day, all children young to slay
And ever morn and say, how may we do
And ever morn and say, thou little tiny child
Lully lullay, this poor youngling for whom we sing
this poor youngling for whom we sing
Poor child for thee, charged he hath this day Baebes, lully lullay
Lully lullay, this poor youngling for whom we sing
For thy parting, charged he hath this day Baebes, this poor youngling for whom we sing
charged he hath this day
nor say nor sing
and ever morn and say