Lully lulla, 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.
Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
And ever mourn and say;
For Thy parting neither say nor sing,
By, by, lully lullay.
Lully lulla, thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.