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 Some time—mayhap when curfew bells are ringing—

A weary harte shall heare straunge voices singing

"Lollyby, lolly, lollyby";

Some time, mayhap, with Chryst's love round me streaming,

I shall be lulled into eternal dreeming,

With "lolly, lolly, lollyby."