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