Lullay, thou little tiny Child, 

By-bye lully, lullay. 

Lullay, thou little tiny Child, 

By-bye lully, lullay. 



O sisters too, how may we do 

For to preserve this day, 

This poor Youngling for whom we sing 

By-bye lully, lullay. 



Herod the King, in his raging, 

Charged he hath this day; 

His men of might, in his own sight, 

All children young, to slay. 



Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee, 

And ever mourn and say; 

For Thy parting nor say nor sing, 

By-bye lully, lullay.