Lully, lullah, thou little tiny child

Lully, lullah, thou little tiny child
Bye bye, lully, lully

O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day?
This poor youngling for whom we do sing
“Bye bye, lully, lully”?

Herod the king, in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might in his own sight
All young children to slay

That woe is me, poor child, for thee
And ever morn’ and day
For thy parting neither say nor sing
“Bye bye, lully, lully”

Lully, lullah, thou little tiny child
Bye bye, lully, lully