Lullay, lullay thou little tiny child
By, by, lullay, lullay
O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we sing
By, by, lullay, lullay
Lullay, lullay thou
little tiny child
By, by, lullay, lullay
Herod the king in his
raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight
All young children to slay
By, by, lullay thou
little tiny child
By, by, lullay, lullay
Then woe is me, poor
child, for thee
And ever mourn and day
For thy parting neither say, nor sing
By, by, lullay, lullay
By, by, lullay thou
little tiny child
By, by, lullay, lullay
By, by, lullay thou
little tiny child
By, by, lullay, lullay
By, by, lullay thou
little tiny child
By, by, lullay, lullay