Lullay, Thou Little Tiny Child,
By-bye Lully, Lullay.
Lullay, Thou Little Tiny Child,
By-bye Lully, Lullay.

O Sisters Too, How May We Do
For To Preserve This Day,
This Poor Youngling For Whom We Sing
By-bye Lully, 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,
By-bye Lully, Lullay.