The Coventry Carol

Lully, lullay, 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 poor youngling for whom we do sing
Bye, bye, lully, lullay

Lully, lullay, thou little tiny Child
Bye, bye, lully, lullay
Thou little tiny Child
Bye, bye, lully, lullay

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

Lully, lullay, thou little tiny Child
Bye, bye, lully, lullay
Thou little tiny Child
Bye, bye, lully, lullay

That woe is me, poor child, for Thee
And ever mourn and day
For Thy parting neither say nor sing

Bye, bye, lully, lullay
Lully, lullay, thou little tiny Child
Bye, bye, lully, lullay
Thou little tiny Child

Bye, bye, lully, lullay