Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child
Bye, bye, lully, lullay
Lullay, thou little tiny Child
Bye, bye, lully, lullay

O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we do sing
Bye, bye, lully, lullay

Herod, the king, in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his owne sight
All young children to slay

That woe is me, poor Child for Thee!
And ever mourn and say
For thy parting neither say nor sing
Bye, bye, lully, lullay