The Coventry Carol

Lully, lullay, thou little tiny Child Bye, bye, lully, lullay Thou little tiny Child Bye, bye, lully, lullay O sisters, too, how may we do For to preserve this day? This poor youngling for whom we do sing Bye, bye, lully, lullay Lully, lullay, thou little tiny Child Bye, bye, lully, lullay Thou little tiny Child Bye, bye, 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 Lully, lullay, thou little tiny Child Bye, bye, lully, lullay Thou little tiny Child Bye, bye, lully, lullay That woe is me, poor child, for Thee And ever mourn and day For Thy parting neither say nor sing Bye, bye, lully, lullay Lully, lullay, thou little tiny Child Bye, bye, lully, lullay Thou little tiny Child Bye, bye, lully, lullay