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coan^ in a manger
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down his
sweet head. The stars in the bright sky looked down
where he lay, The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes, But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes. I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky,
And stay by my bedside till morning is nigh