coventry carol

lullay, thou little tiny child,
by, by, lully, lullay.
lullay, thou little tiny child.
by, by, lully, lullay.

o sisters, too, how may we do,
for to preserve this day;
this poor youngling for whom we sing,
by, by, 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, by, lully, lullay.