Coventry Carol

O sisters, too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor Youngling for whom we sing
By, by, lully, lullay

Lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay

Lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, 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

Lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay

Lullay, Thou little tiny Child
By, by, lully, lullay

Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee
And ever mourn and say
For Thy parting, nor say nor sing
By, by, lully, lullay
By, by, lully, lullay
By, by, lully, lullay