| 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. |