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 do sing
By, by, Lully, Lullay,

Herod the king in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of right
In his own sight
All young children to slay

Then woe is me, poor Child for Thee
And ever mourn and say
For Thy parting nor say nor sing
By, by, Lully, Lullay,