Lully, lallu, 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 right All young children to slay Lullay, thou little tiny child By by, lullay lullay That woe is me Poor child for thee! And every morn' and day For thy parting Neither say nor sing By by, lullay lullay Lullay, lullay, thou little tiny child By by, lullay lullay