Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child   By, by, lully, lullay   Lullay, thou little tiny child   By, by, lully, lullay      O sisters too, how may we do?   For to preserve this day   This poor young ling for whom we do sing   By, by, lully, lullay      Herod the king in his raging   Charged, he hath this day   His men of might in his own sight   All children young to slay      Then woe is me, poor child for thee   And ever mourn and say   For thy parting nor say nor sing   By, by, lully, lullay