Lullay, lullay
My little tiny child
By-by, lullay, lullay Lullay, lullay
My little tiny child
By-by, lullay, lullay Oh, sisters two
How may we do
For to preserve this day? This poor youngling
Of whom we do sing
By-by, lullay, 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 mourn and say For thy parting
Nor say nor sing
By-by, lullay, lullay Lullay, lullay
My little tiny child
By-by, lullay, lullay Lullay, lullay
My little tiny child
By-by, lullay, lu
By-by, lullay, lu
By-by, lullay, lu