Lullay, thou little tiny child, Sleep well, lullay, lullay. And smile while dreaming, little one. Sleep well, lullay, lullay. Fair well, lullay, lullay. O sisters, too, what may we do, To preserve on this day; This poor youngling for whom we sing? Sleep well, lullay, lullay. Fair well, lullay, lullay. Herod the king, in his raging, Set forth upon this day; By his decree, no lives spare he, All children young, to slay. All children young, to slay. Then woe is me, poor child, for thee. And ever mourn and say; For thy parting, neither say nor sing, Fair well, lullay, lullay. Fair well, lullay, lullay. And when the stars fill darken skies, In their far vetchers stay; And smile as dreaming, little one. Fair well, lullay, lullay. Dream now, lullay, lullay.