Lullay, 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 do sing
all young children to slay.

Herod the king in his rafin Charged he hath this day,
His men of might, in his own sight, Bye, bye lully lullay.

Then woe is me, poor child for thee, And ever mourn and say
For thy parting nor say not sing Lully Lullay, Lully Lullay.