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 Herod the king in his raging Charged he hath this day His men of might in his own sight All young children to slay That woe is me, poor child for thee! And ever mourn the day For thy parting neither say nor sing By by, lully lullay Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child By by, lully lullay By by, lully lullay