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.

That woe is me, 
Poor child for thee!
And every morn and day, 
For thy parting,
Neither say nor sing 
By by, lully lullay!