Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child, Bye bye, lully, lullay. Now woe is me Poor child for thee I ever mourn and sigh O sisters too, how may we do For to preserve this day This poor youngling for whom we sing, "Bye bye, 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. Instrumental Hear the royal cataclyst, Herod in his raging This oh this swift ambition None to him could save me Can you hear the childless mother say Daughter murder how hast thou been slain Here a king without a mountain No chariot to come to him Lean in close now and listen Hair the golden diadem Can i hear the child's mother say Nearer, clearer, thou has come to reign Whistling and instrumental