This poor youngling for whom we do sing,
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.
That woe is me, poor child, for thee!
And ever, morn and day,
For thy parting neither say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.”