Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
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.
That woe is me poor child for Thee!
And ever morn and day
For thy parting neither say nor sing
By, by, lullly, lullay.