Coventry Carol Songtext
von Heather Dale

O sisters, too, how may we do
For to preserve this day this poor youngling for whom we do sing,
′By, by, lully, lullay'?

Lullay, lulla, thou little tiny child, By, by, lully, lullay
Thou little tiny child, By, by, lully, lullay


Herod the King, in his raging,
Chargèd he hath this day his men of might, in his own sight,
All young children to slay.

Lullay, lulla, thou little tiny child, By, by, lully, lullay
Thou little tiny child, By, by, lully, lullay

That woe is me, poor child, for thee!
And ever morn and day for thy parting, ne′er say nor sing,
'By, by, lully, lullay'.

Lullay, lulla, thou little tiny child, By, by, lully, lullay
Thou little tiny child, By, by, lully, lullay