The Coventry Carol (Lullay)

Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child By, by, lully, lullay Lullay, thou little tiny child By, by, lully, lullay O sisters too, how may we do For to preserve this day This poor young ling for whom we do 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