Coventry Carol

	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 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.