Lullay, Thou Little Tiny Child,
By, By, Lully, Lullay.
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 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 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, By, Lully, Lullay.