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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
So dearly, dearly, Chris loved us, and for our sins was slain
Christ bids us leave off of wickedness and attend to The Lord again
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
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
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.
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