Lully, 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 own sight, All young children to slay
Then woe is me Poor Child, for Thee, And every morn and day; For Thy parting Neither say nor sing, Bye-bye lully, lullay Lully, lullay, thou little tiny Child, Bye-bye lully, lullay