The Coventry Carol

Lully, lullay

Lully, lullayLully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child

By, by, lully, lullay

Lully, lullayO sisters, too, how may we do

For to preserve this day?

This poor youngling for whom we sing

By, by, lully, lullayHerod the King, in his raging

Charged he hath this day

His men of might, in his own sight

All young children to slayThat woe is me, poor child, for Thee

And ever mourn and day

For Thy parting [Incomprehensible], nor say nor sing

By, by, lully, lullayLully, lullay, Thou little tiny Child

By, by, lully, lullay

By, by, lully, lullay

By, by, lully, lullayLully, lullay

Lully, lullay