
I love this carol. It has long been one of my favorites; it carries a powerful weight. This carol is a reminder of the sacrifices that others made before Christ's later all encompassing sacrifice. As sad as this song is, I love that someone took the time to consider the sorrow of Herod's Slaughter of the Innocents.
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Lullay, 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 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 children young, to slay.
Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
And ever mourn and say;
For Thy parting, nor say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.
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