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