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
