Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
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 sing
By, by, lully, lullay.

Herod, the king, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day
His men of night, 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 no say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.


Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.