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, lullaby, lullaby.

Herod the king in his ragin,
Charged he hath this day,
His men of night, in his own sight,
All children young to stay.

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