Lully Lullah, thou little tiny child

By by lully lullay

Thou little tiny child

By by lully lullay



Oh sisters too, how may we do

For to preserve this day

This poor youngling for whom we do sing

By by lully lullay



Herod the king in his raging

Charged that he hath this day

His men of night, 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

By by lully lullay



Lully Lullah, thou little tiny child

By by lully lullay

Thou little tiny child

By by lully lullay