Coventry Carol

Lully, 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 morn and day For Thy parting, nor say nor sing By, by, lully, lullay