Lully, lullay
Lully, lullay Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay
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 young children to slay That woe is me, poor child, for Thee
And ever mourn and day
For Thy parting [Incomprehensible], nor say nor sing
By, by, lully, lullay Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay
By, by, lully, lullay
By, by, lully, lullay Lully, lullay
Lully, lullay