/Lully, lullay, thou tine child/
O sisters too, how may we do, for preserve this day. This poor youngling for whom we sing.
/"Bye, Bye, lully, lullay"?/
Three wise men would
ascertain,
Great Herod's crown, it would wane.
So mothers they weep for sons two and under, bodies seem gaudy amongst clothes, asunder.
Though the son of man is left not slain.
Should he die,
It shan't be in vain.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC
/Lully, lullay, thou tine child/
O sisters too, how may we do, for preserve this day. This poor youngling for whom we sing.
/"Bye, Bye, lully, lullay"?/
Three wise men would
ascertain,
Great Herod's crown, it would wane.
So mothers they weep for sons two and under, bodies seem gaudy amongst clothes, asunder.
Though the son of man is left not slain.
Should he die,
It shan't be in vain.
Coventry Carol
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