Lully Lullay

Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child,
By, by, lully, lullay
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 mourn and day,
For thy parting neither say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child,
By, by, lully, lullay
Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child,
By, by, lully, lullay