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AST night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,

I heard a moder to her dearie singing,

"Lollyby, lolly, lollyby";

And presently that chylde did cease hys weeping,

And on his moder's breast did fall a-sleeping

To "lolly, lolly, lollyby."

Faire ben the chylde unto his moder clinging,

But fairer yet the moder's gentle singing—

"Lollyby, lolly, lollyby ";

And angels came and kisst the dearie smiling

In dreems while him hys moder ben beguiling

With "lolly, lolly, lollyby."

Then to my harte saies I: "Oh, that thy beating

Colde be assuaged by some sweete voice repeating

'Lollyby, lolly, lollyby';

That like this lyttel chylde I, too, ben sleeping

With plaisaunt phantasies about me creeping,

To 'lolly, lolly, lollyby'!"