Lullay, lallu, thou little tiny child By by, lullay, lullay O sisters too, how may we do For to preserve this day This poor youngling For whom we sing By by, lullay lullay? Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child By by, lully lullay Herod, the king In his raging Chargèd he hath this day His men of might In his own right, All young children to slay Lully, thou little tiny child By by, lullay lullay That woe is me Poor child for thee! And every morn and day, For thy parting Neither say nor sing By by, lully lullay! Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child By by, lullay, lullay