Luly, lula, though little tiny child,
By by luly lul-lay, lay.

O sisters too,
How may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling,
For whom we do sing,
By by, lully lul-lay.

Luly, lula, though little tiny child,
By by luly lul-lay, lay.

Herod, the King,
In his raging,
Charged he hath this day
His men of might,
In his own sight,
All young children to slay.

Luly, lula, though little tiny child,
By by luly lul-lay, lay.

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

Luly, lula, though little tiny child,
By by luly lul-lay, lay.