Tekst:
Lullay, thou little tiny Child,
By-bye lully, lullay
Lullay, thou little tiny Child,
By-bye lully, lullay
O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day,
This poor Youngling for whom we sing
By-bye lully, lullay
Herod the King, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day;
His men of might, in his own sight,
All children young, to slay
Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
And ever mourn and say;
For Thy parting nor say nor sing,
By-bye lully, lullay
By-bye lully, lullay
Lullay, thou little tiny Child,
By-bye lully, lullay
O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day,
This poor Youngling for whom we sing
By-bye lully, lullay
Herod the King, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day;
His men of might, in his own sight,
All children young, to slay
Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
And ever mourn and say;
For Thy parting nor say nor sing,
By-bye lully, lullay
