Lullay, lulla, thou little tiny child,
by by, luly lullay
This poor youngling for whom we sing,
by, by lully lullay.
Herod the king in his raging,
charged he hath this day.
O sisters too, how may we do,
for to preserve this day.
Thou little tiny child,
by by, lully lullay.
Thou little tiny child,
for thy parting not say nor sing,
by, by, lully lullay.