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. | |
Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee, | |
And ever mourn and say; | |
For Thy parting neither say nor sing, | |
By, by, lully lullay. | |
Lully lulla, thou little tiny Child, | |
By, by, lully, lullay. |