Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay
O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we sing
By, by, lully, lullay
Herod the king, in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight
All children young to slay
That woe is me, poor Child for Thee!
And ever morn and day,*
For thy parting neither say nor sing
By, by, lully, lullay