Coventry Carol

O sisters, too, how may we do For to preserve this day This poor Youngling for whom we sing By, by, lully, lullay Lullay, Thou little tiny Child By, by, lully, lullay 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 young children, to slay Lullay, Thou little tiny Child By, by, lully, lullay Lullay, Thou little tiny Child By, by, lully, lullay Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee And ever mourn and say For Thy parting, nor say nor sing By, by, lully, lullay By, by, lully, lullay By, by, lully, lullay