Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child, By, by, lully, lullay, thou little tiny 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, Charged 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 may; For thy parting Nether say nor singe, "By, by, lully, lullay.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 1. SUNRISE IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH BOYHOOD FRIENDS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENE CARMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |