From the recording The Ghosts of Christmas Past

Lyrics

Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child By, by lully, lulla, thou little tiny child By, by lully, lullay O sisters too, How may we do For to preserve this day, 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 mourn and sy For this parting, Neither say nor Sing By, by, lully, lullay