Lullay, thou tiny little child
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay
Lullay, thou tiny little child
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay
Oh sisters two, how may we do
To preserve this day?

This poor youngling for whom we sing
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay
Herod, the king, in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His soldiers in their strength and might
All children young to slay

Then woe is me, poor child, for thee
And ever mourn and say
For at thy parting nor say nor sing
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay
And when the stars ingather do
In their far venture stay
Then smile as dreaming, little one
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay