Lullaythou little tiny child

Bybylullylullay.

Lullaythou little tiny child

Bybylullylullay.



O sisters toohow may we do

For to preserve this day.

This poor youngling for whom we sing

Bybylullylullay.



Herod the kingin his raging

Charged he hath this day.

His men of mightin his own sight

All young children to slay.



That woe is mepoor child for thee!

And ever morn and day

For thy parting neither say nor sing

Bybylullylullay.