The Coventry Carol

Lully, lullay

Lully, lullay

Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child

By, by, lully, lullay

Lully, lullay

O sisters, too, how may we do

For to preserve this day?

This poor 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 young children to slay

That woe is me, poor child, for Thee

And ever mourn and day

For Thy parting [Incomprehensible], nor say nor sing

By, by, lully, lullay

Lully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child

By, by, lully, lullay

By, by, lully, lullay

By, by, lully, lullay

Lully, lullay

Lully, lullay