Lullay, Thou tiny little Child
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay;
Lullay, Thou tiny little Child,

Bye-bye, lulle, lullay.

Oh sisters two, how may we do

To preserve this day?
This poor Youngling for whom we sing
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay.


Herod, the King, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day

His soldiers in their strength and might,
All children young to slay.


Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
And ever mourn and say,
For at thy parting nor say nor sing

Bye-bye, lulle, lullay.

And when the stars ingather do,

In their far venture stay,
Then smile as dreaming, Little One,
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay.