Lully lulla thou little tiny child
Bye, bye, lully lulay
O sisters too how may we do?
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we do sing
Bye, bye, lully lulay
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 morn and day
For thy parting neither say nor sing
Bye, bye, lully lulay
Lully lulla thou little tiny child
Bye, bye, lully lulay
Oh, oh, oh
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