Lullay, thou little tiny Child By bye lully, lullay Lullay, thou little tiny Child By bye lully, lullay O sisters too how may we do For to preserve this day This poor Youngling for whom we sing By bye 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 bye lully, lullay