Anonymous: Coventry Carol

The little lamb, the little tiny Child. Bye bye, Lulla Lay. O sisters true, how May we do for to Preserve this in this Poor youngling for whom Do sing? Bye bye, Lulla Lay. 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 Evermore and Day for parting Thy nurse Shall not see. Bye bye, Lulla Lay. The little lamb, The little tiny Child. Bye bye, lulla Lay.