Lully, lullay
Lully, lullay


Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay
Lully, lullay


O sisters, too, how may we do
For to preserve this day?

This poor youngling for whom we 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 young children to slay

That woe is me, poor child, for Thee

And ever mourn and day
For Thy parting [Incomprehensible], nor say nor sing
By, by, lully, lullay


Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay

By, by, lully, lullay
By, by, lully, lullay


Lully, lullay
Lully, lullay