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in a manger, no crib for a bed, |
| The little Jesus down his sweet head. |
| The stars in the sky looked where he lay, |
| The little Lord Jesus asleep in the hay. |
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| The cattle are lowing, the baby |
| little Lord Jesus no he makes. |
| I love Lord from the sky |
| And stay by my til is |
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| Be me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay |
| by me and love me, I |
| Bless all the dear children in |
| And take us to to Thee |