Lullay lullay
My little tiny child
By by lullay lullay
Lullay lullay
My little tiny child
By by lullay lullay
Oh, sisters two
How may we do
For to preserve this day?
This poor youngling
Of whom we do sing
By by lullay 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
Not say nor sing
By by lullay lullay
Lullay lullay
My little tiny child
By by lullay lullay
Lullay lullay
My little tiny child
By by lullay lu
By by lullay lu
By by lullay lullay