The Coventry Carol
Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child
By, by, lully, lullay
Thou little tiny child
By, by, lully, lullay

Oh sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling, for whom we do sing
By, by, lully, lullay

Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child
By, by, lully, lullay
Thou little tiny child
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

Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child
By, by, lully, lullay
Thou little tiny child
By, by, lully, lullay
A woe is me, poor child for thee
And ever mourn and may
For thy parting, nor say nor sing
By, by, lully, lullay

Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child
By, by, lully, lullay
Thou little tiny child
By, by, lully, lullay