Lullay, Thou tiny little Child
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay;
Lullay, Thou tiny little Child
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay

Oh sisters two, how may we do
To preserve this day?
This poor Youngling for whom we sing
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay

Herod, the King, in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His soldiers in their strength and might
All children young to slay

Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee
And ever mourn and say
For at thy parting nor say nor sing
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay

And when the stars ingather do
In their far venture stay
Then smile as dreaming, Little One
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay