- cifra
Lullay, lallu, thou little tiny child
By by, lullay, lullay
O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling
For whom we sing
By by, lullay lullay?
Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child
By by, lully lullay
Herod, the king
In his raging
Chargèd he hath this day
His men of might
In his own right,
All young children to slay
Lully, thou little tiny child
By by, lullay lullay
That woe is me
Poor child for thee!
And every morn and day,
For thy parting
Neither say nor sing
By by, lully lullay!
Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child
By by, lullay, lullay
