| Lully, lullay, lully, lullay: | |
| The falcon hath born my make away. | |
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| He bore him up, he bore him down; | |
| He bore him into an orchard brown. | |
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| Lully, lullay, lully, lullay, ... | 5 |
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| In that orchard there was an hall, | |
| That was hanged with purple and pall. | |
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| Lully, lullay, lully, lullay, ... | |
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| And in the hall there was a bed: | |
| It was hanged with gold so red. | 10 |
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| Lully, lullay, lully, lullay, ... | |
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| And in that bed there lieth a knight, | |
| His woundes bleeding day and night. | |
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| Lully, lullay, lully, lullay, ... | |
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| By that bed's side there kneeleth a may | 15 |
| And she weepeth both night and day. | |
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| Lully, lullay, lully, lullay, ... | |
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| And by that bed's side there standeth a stone, | |
| ‘Corpus Christi’ written thereon. | |
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| Lully, lullay, lully, lullay, ... | 20 |