Lullay, Thou little tiny Child, Sleep well , lullay, lullay. And smile while dreaming, little one sleep well, lullay, lullay. Fair well Lullay, lullay.
O sisters, too, what may we do, To preserve on this day; This poor Youngling for whom we sing, Sleep well, lullay, lullay. Fair Well lullay lullay.
Herod the King, in his raging, Set forth upon this day; By his decree, no lives spare he All children young, to slay. All children young, to slay Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee, And ever mourn and say; For Thy parting, neither say nor sing, Fair well lullay, lullay, Fair well lullay, lallay. And when the stars fill darken skies, In their far vetchers stay; And smile as dreaming, little one Fair well lullay lullay. Dream now lullay, lullay.