Coventry Carol

Lully lulla, thou little tiny Child

By, by, lully lullay

O sisters too, how may we do

For to preserve this day

This poor Youngling for whom we do sing

By, by, 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

Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee

And ever mourn and say;

For Thy parting neither say nor sing

By, by, lully lullay

Lully lulla, thou little tiny Child

By, by, lully, lullay