THE COVENTRY CAROL

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 youngling for whom we do sing
By by, lully lullay?

Herod the King in his raging
Charg-ed 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!