Jean Watson

Lyrics

Lully lullay, Thou little tiny Child, By, by, lully, lullay.

Lully lullay, Thou little tiny Child. By, by, lully, lullay.



O sisters, too, how may we do, For to preserve this day;

This dear Youngling for whom we sing, By, by, lully, lullay.



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, nor say nor sing, By, by, lully, lullay.