Ha-ah-ahhh-ah, ha-ah-ahhh-ah
Ha-ah-ah-ahhh-ah, ha-ah-ah-ahhh-ah-ah-ah
Oh, sisters too
How may we do
For to preserve this day
Oh, this poor youngling for whom we sing
By, by, lully, lullay
Ha-ah-ahhh-ah, ha-ah-ahhh-ah
Ha-ah-ah-ahhh-ah, ha-ah-ah-ahhh-ah-ah-ah
Herod the king, in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight
All children young to slay
Ha-ah-ahhh-ah, ha-ah-ahhh-ah
Ha-ah-ah-ahhh-ah, ha-ah-ah-ahhh-ah-ah-ah
Then woe is me
Poor child for thee
And ever morn and day
For thy parting, nor say nor sing
By, by, lully, lullay
Mmm-mmm-mmm