Lullay Lullay

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