Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child, By, by, lully, lullay, thou little tiny child, By, by, lully, lullay! O! sisters too, How may we do For to preserve, this day, This pore yongling For whom we do singe, "By, by, lully, lullay'? Herod, the king, In his raging, Charged he hath, this day, His men of might In his owne sight All yonge children to slay. That, wo is me, Pore child, for thee, And ever morne and may; For thy parting Nether say nor singe, "By, by, lully, lullay.' |