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.

Then woe is me, poor child, for thee

And ever morn and day

For thy parting, nor say nor sing

By, by, lully, lullay.