The Coventry Carol

Lully, luulay, Thou little tiny Child
Bye, bye, lully, lullay
Oh sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
The 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 own sight
All children young 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
Lullay, though little tiny Child
Bye, bye, lully, lullay