5 acessos
Lullay, thou little tiny child,
By-bye lully, lullay.
Lullay, thou little tiny child,
By-bye lully, lullay.
O sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day,
This poor youngling for whom we sing
By-bye lully, lullay.
Herod the king, in his raging,
Charged 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-bye lully, lullay