Lully, 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 do 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 young children to slay
That woe is me, poor Child, for Thee
And ever mourn and day
For thy parting neither say nor sing
Bye, bye, lully, lullay
Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child
Bye, bye, lully, lullay
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