Lully Lullay

	Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child,
	By, by, lully, lullay
	Lully, 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 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 ever mourn and day,
	For thy parting neither say nor sing,
	By,by, lully,lullay.
	Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child,
	By, by, lully, lullay
	Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child,
	By, by, lully, lullay