Bye, bye, thou little tiny child. Bye, bye, lullee lullay.
Sisters, too, how may we do for to preserve this day.
This young King for whom we sing, bye, bye, lullee, lullay.
Herod in his raging chargeth hath he this day.
Men of might in his sight children young to slay.
Woe is me, poor Child, for thee and ev'ry morn and day.
For thy parting neither say nor sing, bye, bye, lullee, lullay.