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Lully, Lulla, thou little tiny child,
Byby, lully lullay.

O sisters too,
How may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling,
For whom we do sing,
Byby, lully lullay?

Lully, Lulla, thou little tiny child,
Byby, lully lullay.

Herod, the king
In his raging,
Charged he hath this day
His men of might,
In his own sight,
All young children to slay.

Lully, Lulla, thou little tiny child,
Byby, lully lullay.

That woe is me,
Poor child for thee!
And ever mourn and day,
For thy parting
Neither say nor sing
Byby, lully lullay!

Lully, Lulla, thou little tiny child,
Byby, lully lullay.