Corpus Christi Carol
Cécile Corbel
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He bare hym up, he bare him down
He bare hym into an orchard brown
In that orchard ther was an hall
That was hanged with purpill and pall
Lulley lulley, lully lulley
The fawcon hath born my mak away
And in that hall ther was a bede
Hit was hangid with gold so rede
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And yn that bed ther lythe a knyght
His wowndes bledyng day and nyght
Lulley lulley, lully lulley
The fawcon hath born my mak away
By that bedes side ther kneleth a may
And she wepeth both nyght and day
Lulley lulley, lully lulley
The fawcon hath born my mak away
Lulley lulley, lully lulley
The fawcon hath born my mak away
Lulley lulley, lully lulley
The fawcon hath born my mak away
Lulley lulley, lully lulley
The fawcon hath born my mak away