Lullay, thou little tiny Child,

By-bye lully, lullay.

Lullay, thou little tiny Child,

By-bye lully, lullay.



O sisters too, how may we do

For to preserve this day,

This poor Youngling for whom we sing

By-bye lully, lullay.



Herod the King, in his raging,

Charged he hath this day;

His men of might, in his own sight,

All children young, to slay.



Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,

And ever mourn and say;

For Thy parting nor say nor sing,

By-bye lully, lullay.