Lullay lully thou little tiny child
Bye-bye lullay lully
Now woe is me poor child for thee
I ever mourn and sign
O sisters too how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we sing
Bye-bye lullay lully
Herod the king in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might in his own sight
All young children to slay
Here the royal cataclysm
Herod in his raging
Merciless swift ambition
None to him worth saving
Can you hear the childless mothers say
Martyred murdered how hast thou been slain
Here a king without a mountain
No chariot to come to him
Lean in close now and listen
Prepare the golden diadem
And I hear the child's mother say
Nearer clearer thou hast come to reign
