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away in the manager 

 

away in a manger no crib for a bed

the little lord jesuslay down his sweet head

the stars in the bright skylooked down where he lay

the little lord jesusasleep on the hay

the cattle are lowing, the poor baby wakes

but the little lord jesus, no crying he makes

i love thee, lord jesuslook down from the sky

and stay by my cradletill morning is nigh

be near me lord jesusi ask thee to stay

close by me forever,

et love me, i pray

bless all the dear childrenin their tender care,

et fit us for HEAVENto live with thee there.

 

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