Lullay, Thou little tiny Child
Bye, bye, lulloo, lullay
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child
Bye, bye, lulloo, lullay.
O sisters, too, how may we do
For to preserve this day?
This poor Youngling for whom we sing
Bye-bye, lulloo, lullay.
Herod the king in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight
All children young to slay.
Then woe is me, poor Child for Thee
And ever mourn and say
For Thy parting nor say nor sing
Bye-bye, lulloo, lullay.