Lully lulla, 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

Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee
And ever mourn and say;
For Thy parting neither say nor sing
By, by, lully lullay

Lully lulla, thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay