Coventry Carol

Lully Lulla, 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.

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 ever mourn and say,

For thy parting, neither say nor sing,

Bye bye lully lullay.