Lullay Lullay

Lullay lullay

My little tiny child

By by lullay lullay

Lullay lullay

My little tiny child

By by lullay lullay

Oh, sisters two

How may we do

For to preserve this day?

This poor youngling

Of whom we do sing

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Herod the King

In his raging

Charged he hath this day

His men of might

In his own sight

All children young to slay

Then woe is me

Poor child for thee

And ever mourn and say

For thy parting

Not say nor sing

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Lullay lullay

My little tiny child

By by lullay lullay

Lullay lullay

My little tiny child

By by lullay lu

By by lullay lu

By by lullay lullay