| lyric | 1. Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
2. O sister, too, how may we do,
for to preserver this day;
This poor youngling,
for whom we sing,
Bye, bye lully, lullay.
3. Herold the king, in his raging,
charged he trath this day;
His men of might, in his own sight,
All children young, to stay.
4. Than woe in me, poor child, for thee,
and ever mourn and say;
For thy parting nor say, nor sing.
Bye, bye, lully, lullay. |