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