| Lyrics: | Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
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 young
children to slay.
That woe is me, poor Child for Thee!
And ever morn and day,
For
thy parting neither say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay. |
