Lul-lay, Thou lit-tle ti-ny Child,
By, by, lul-lee, lul-lay;
Lul-lay, Thou lit-tle ti-ny Child,
By, by, lul-lee, lul-lay.

Her-od the King, in his rag-ing,
Charg-ed he hath this day;
His men of might, in his own sight,
All chil-dren young, to slay.

Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
And ev-er mourn and say;
For Thy part-ing nor say nor sing,
By, by, lul-lee, lul-lay.