A CAROL AT THE MANGER.
Lully, lulla, thow littel tine child;
By, by, lully, lullay, thow littell tyne child;
By, by, lully, lullay.
O sisters too! how may we do,
For to preserve this day
This pore yongling, for whom we do sing
By, by, lully, lullay.
Herod the King, in his raging,
Chargid he hath this day
His men of might, in his owne sight,
All yonge children to slay.
That wo is me, pore child for the!
And ever morne and day,
For the parting nether say nor singe
By, by, lully, lullay.
Coventry Mysteries.