Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child

Lully, lulla, 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 every morn and day,

For thy parting,

Neither say nor sing

By by, lully lullay!