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The Magi came out
of the Orient land,
Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye,
pretty baby!
They rode over rock
and they rode over sand,
Right glad, then were those three.
And as they went riding,
a star went before,
Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye,
pretty baby!
The form of a glorious infant it bore,
Right glad, then were those three.
And when to Jerusalem city they came,
Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye,
pretty baby!
They saw not the star
with its glorious flame,
How sad, then were those three.
And as they were sitting
at dinner one day,
Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye,
pretty baby!
An angel of Heaven appeared
and did say,
Right glad, then were those three.
"Go, Magi, once more
from the town to the wild,"
Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye,
pretty baby!
"For Herod is seeking
the life of the Child,"
How sad, then were those three.
But when from the city
they hastened in fear,
Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye,
pretty baby!
The star went before,
shining brightly and clear,
Right glad, then were those three.
They came to the stable
at Bethlehem town,
Now rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye,
pretty baby!
They poured out their treasures,
and lowly kneeled down,
Right glad, then were those three.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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11 11 11 6
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 2:1-2;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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French Flanders
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Meter:
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11 11 11 6
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