Lully, lullay, thou little tiny Child,
Bye-bye lully, lullay.
O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day,
This poor Youngling
For whom we do sing
Bye-bye 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 every morn and day;
For Thy parting
Neither say nor sing,
Bye-bye lully, lullay
Lully, lullay, thou little tiny Child,
Bye-bye lully, lullay