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Sweet Baby sleep: what ailes my Dear?
What ailes my Darling thus to cry?
Be still, my Childe, and lend thine ear,
To heare me sing thy Lullaby.
My pretty Lambe forbear to weep:
Be still my Dear; sweet Babie sleep.
Thou blessed Soul, what canst thou fear?
What thing, to thee, can mischief do?
Thy GOD, is now thy Father dear;
His holy Spouse, thy Mother too.
Sweet Babie then, forbear to weep;
Be still my Babe; sweet Babie sle......
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