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