Coventry carol

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