Lully, lulla, thow littell tine Child; By, by, lully, lullay, thow littell tyne Child; By, by, lully, lullay. O, sisters too! how may we do, For to preserve this day This pore yongling, for whom we do singe By, by, lully, lullay. Herod, the King, in his raging, Chargid he hath this day His men of might, in his owne sight, All yonge children to slay. That wo is me, pore Child, for Thee, And ever morne and say, For Thi parting, nether say nor singe By, by, lully, lullay. |