Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child By by, lully lullay O sisters tooHow may we do For to preserve this day? This poor youngling For whom we sing By by, lully lullay! Herod, the king
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!