Coventry Carol

Lully, 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
Bye, bye, lully, lullay
Herod, the king, in his raging
Charged he hath this day

His men of might, in his owne sight
All young children to slay
That woe is me, poor Child for Thee
And ever mourn and sigh

For thy parting neither say nor sing
Bye, bye, lully, lullay
Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child
Bye, bye, lully, lullay