Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child By, by, lully, lullay Thou little tiny child By, by, lully, lullay Oh sisters too, how may we do For to preserve this day This poor youngling, for whom we do sing By, by, lully, lullay Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child By, by, lully, lullay Thou little tiny child 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 Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child By, by, lully, lullay Thou little tiny child By, by, lully, lullay A woe is me, poor child for thee And ever mourn and may For thy parting, nor say nor sing By, by, lully, lullay Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child By, by, lully, lullay Thou little tiny child By, by, lully, lullay