Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,[8] By-by, lull-y, lull-lay, Lullay, Thou little tiny Child, By-by, lully, lullay.
2. O sisters too, how may we do For to preserve this day, This poor youngling for whom we sing By-by, lully, lullay....
[Enter softly Martha and Abel, hand in hand. Abel is holding a toy-horse. They stand motionless, staring. Standing front (L.). They look the whole time at the crib.
3. (4.) Then woe is me, poor Child for Thee And ever mourn and say For thy parting, nor say nor sing By-by, lully, lullay.
Martha. Tread softly—[They advance a step or two.
Abel. Oh! but, Martha, is that He, The King you told me of?
Mar. Hush, wait and see. I think so.... Speak to her.
Abel. What shall I say?
Mar. Why, hail her by her name. I think you may.
Abel. What is her name?