Lullay, Thou tiny little Child
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay
Lullay, Thou tiny little Child,
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay
Oh sisters too, how may we do
To preserve this day?
This poor Childling for whom we sing
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay
Herod, the King, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day
His soldiers in their strength and might,
All children young to slay
Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
And ever mourn and say,
For at thy parting nor say nor sing
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay
And when the stars ingather do
In their far venture stay
Then smile as dreaming, Little One
Bye-bye, lulle, lullay
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