Lullay, thou little tiny child,
By-by lully, lullay.
Lullay, my little tiny child,
By-by lully, lullay.
O sisters too, how may we do
Far to preserve this day,
This poor youngling for whom we sing
By-by lully, lullay.
Herod the king, in his raging,
Has taken our sons away;
His men of might in his own sight
All children young to slay
Open your heart
Open your heart
Open your heart
Open your heart
Open your heart
Won't you open your heart
What can I do but weep for you
And weep for you more each day;
For your parting neither speak nor sing
By by lully lullay
By by lully lullay