Verse 1

Lullay thou little tiny child
By, by, lully lullay
lullay, thou little tiny child
By, by, Lully, lullay

Verse 2

Oh, sisters too how may we do,
For to preserve this day?
This poor youngling,
For whom we sing
By, by, lully, lullay.

Verse 3

Herod the King in his raging,
Charged he hath this day.
His men of might,
In his own sight,
All young children to slay.

Verse4

Then woe is me poor child for thee!
And ever morn and day,
For thy parting
Neither say nor sing
By, by, lully, lullay!