Lullay, thou little tiny child
Sleep well, lullay, lullay
And smile while dreaming, little one
Sleep well, lullay, lullay
Fair well, lullay, lullay

O sisters, too, what may we do
To preserve on this day;
This poor youngling for whom we sing?
Sleep well, lullay, lullay
Fair well, lullay, lullay

Herod the king, in his raging
Set forth upon this day;
By his decree, no lives spare he
All children young, to slay
All children young, to slay

Then woe is me, poor child, for thee
And ever mourn and say;
For thy parting, neither say nor sing
Fair well, lullay, lullay
Fair well, lullay, lullay

And when the stars fill darken skies
In their far vetchers stay;
And smile as dreaming, little one
Fair well, lullay, lullay
Dream now, lullay, lullay