| Stretched on Your Grave presents.... |
| The Coventry Carol |
| Words from the pageant of the Shearmen and Tailors. |
| Lully, lullay, thou 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 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 morn and say, For thy parting, neither nor sing, By, by lully, lullay |
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