Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child, bye bye lully, lullay
O sisters too how may we do for to preserve this day, this
Poor young babe for whom we do sing, bye bye lully, lullay
Herod the king in his raging charged at 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 more and aye
For thy parting neither say nor speak, bye bye lully, lullay
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