The Coventry Carol

Lully, lulla, thow littell tine child
By by, lully, lullay
Thow littell tyne child
By by, lully, lullay!

Lully, lullah, thou little tiny child
Bye bye, lully, lullay
Thou little tiny child
Bye bye, lully, lullay

O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This pore yongling for whom we do singe
By by, lully, lullay?

O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we sing
"Bye bye, lully, lullay"?

Herod, the king, in his raging
Chargid he hath this day
His men of might in his owne sight
All yonge children to slay,—

Herod the king, in his raging
Chargèd he hath this day
His men of might in his own sight
All young children to slay

That wo is me, pore child, for thee
And ever mornе and may
For thi parting nether say nor singe
By by, lully, lullay