Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
Bye, bye, lully, lullay
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child.
Bye, bye, lully, lullay
O sisters, too, how may we do
For to preserve this day;
This poor Youngling for whom we sing
Bye, bye, 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,
Bye, bye, lully, lullay
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
Bye, bye, lully, lullay
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child.
Bye, bye, lully, lullay
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