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Eliza Carthy & Tim Eriksen
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Awake, awake, good people all, awake and you shall hear That Christ has died all for our sins and he loveth us so dear The early cock so early crows passing the night away The trumpet shall sound and the dead shall be raised at the great judgment day For the life of a man is but a span, He’s cut down like the flower; He makes no delay, he is here today And he’s vanished all in an hour. And when you are dead and you’re in your grave You’re covered in the cold, cold clay. The worms they will eat your flesh, good man, And your bones they will waste away. Repent, repent you wicked old men, Don’t die before you do. And when the day of judgement comes The Lord will think on you. A bunch of May I’ve brought to you and at your door it stands It is but a sprout and it’s all budded out by the work of our lord’s hand Now my song it is sung and I must be gone no longer can I stay God bless you all both great and small and I wish you a joyful May