LULLAY LULLAY
Lullay Lullay
My little tiny child
By By Lullay Lullay
Lullay lullay
My Little Tiny child
By By Lullay Lullay
O Sisters Two
How may we do
For to preserve this day?
This poor youngling
For whom we do sing
By by lullay 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,
Not say nor sing
By by lullay lullay
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