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I SAW a sweet [and] silly sight,
A blissful bride, a blossom bright
That mourning made and mirth among.
A maiden mother, meek and mild,
In cradle kept a knavi child
That softly slept; she sat and sang.
" Lullay, lullow, lully, lullay, lully, lully, lully, lully, lully , Lullow, lully, lullay, baw, baw , My bairn, sleep softly now . "
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