Lullay, thou little tiny child
By by lullay lullaye
Lullay, thou little tiny child
By by lullay lullaye
Oh sisters, too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we sing
By by lullay lullaye
Herod the king, in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight
All children young to slay
Lullay, thou little tiny child
By by lullay lullaye
For thy parting, nor say nor sing
By by lullay lullaye
Then woe is me, poor child, for thee
By by lullay lullaye