(lyrics from Pageant of the Shearmen and Tailors)



Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child

By by, lully, 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 might

In his own sight,

All young children to slay



That woe is me

Poor child for thee!

And ever morn and day,

For thy parting

Neither say nor sing

By by, lully lullay!