Lullaby, thou little tiny child,
Bye, bye lullay, lullay
Lullay, thou little tiny child,
Bye, bye lullay, lullay.

Oh sisters too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day,
This poor youngling for whom we sing,
Bye, bye lullay, lullay.

Herod the king in his reign,
Charged he hath this day,
His men of night, in his own sight,
All children young to stay.

Then woe is me, poor child for thee,
And ever mourn and say,
For thy parting not say, nor sing,
Bye, bye lullay, lullay.