Lully, lullay Lully, lullay Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny ChildBy, by, lully, lullay 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 young children to slay That woe is me, poor child, for TheeAnd ever mourn and day For Thy parting [Incomprehensible], nor say nor sing By, by, lully, lullay Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny ChildBy, by, lully, lullay By, by, lully, lullay By, by, lully, lullay Lully, lullay Lully, lullay
Lully, lullay Lully, lullay Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny ChildBy, by, lully, lullay 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 young children to slay That woe is me, poor child, for TheeAnd ever mourn and day For Thy parting [Incomprehensible], nor say nor sing By, by, lully, lullay Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny ChildBy, by, lully, lullay By, by, lully, lullay By, by, lully, lullay Lully, lullay Lully, lullay
