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 sing
By by, lully lullay?

Lully, lulla, thou little tiny Child
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

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

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

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