Lully, lullay
Lully, lullay
Lully, lullay, 
Thou little tiny 
ChildBy, by, lully, lullay
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 young children to slay
That woe is me, poor child, for 
TheeAnd ever mourn and day
For Thy parting [Incomprehensible], nor say nor sing
By, by, lully, lullay
Lully, lullay, 
Thou little tiny 
ChildBy, by, lully, lullay
By, by, lully, lullay
By, by, lully, lullay
Lully, lullay
Lully, lullay