Loo lee loo laLullay, Thou little tiny Child,
Bye, bye, loo lee loo lay.
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child.
By, by, lully, lullay.
O sisters, too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day,
This poor Youngling for whom we sing,
By, by, lully, 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, nor say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay