Coventry Carol (English Tradit
Joan Baez Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

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.

Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
And ever mourn and say;
For Thy parting neither say nor sing,
By, by, lully lullay.





Lully lulla, thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.

Overall Meaning

The Coventry Carol is an English Christmas carol that mournfully tells the story of the massacre of the young children of Bethlehem by King Herod, who was trying to eliminate Jesus Christ, who was prophesized to be the new King of the Jews. The song starts with the mother, singing "Lully lulla," trying to soothe her little child into sleep as she realizes that Herod's soldiers will be coming to kill him. The "sisters" in the song may be a reference to the mothers of Bethlehem who are lamenting for their children.


The next line starts with "how may we do," which implies that the sisters want to know what they can do to save their children. However, the answer is already clear - there's nothing they can do. Herod has charged his men to slay all the young children of Bethlehem, and the sisters can only sing a lullaby to their children as a way of comforting them in their final moments. The third verse further emphasizes this helplessness and sorrow, finishing with the refrain "by, by, lully lullay," which has become associated with the sound of a lullaby.


Line by Line Meaning

Lully lulla, thou little tiny Child,
Oh, my little one, helpless and small


By, by, lully lullay.
Sleep tight, sleep well, all through the night


O sisters too, how may we do,
Dear sisters, what can we possibly do?


For to preserve this day
To keep this day alive and remembered


This poor Youngling for whom we do sing,
For this poor child, on whose behalf we are singing


By, by, lully lullay.
Sleep tight, sleep well, all through the night


Herod the King, in his raging,
Herod the King, in his furious anger


Charged he hath this day;
Ordered on this day


His men of might, in his own sight,
His powerful soldiers, right within his view


All young children to slay.
To slaughter all the young children


Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
How sad I am, poor little one, for your sake


And ever mourn and say;
Forever grieving and saying


For Thy parting neither say nor sing,
Unable to say or sing farewell


By, by, lully lullay.
Sleep tight, sleep well, all through the night


Lully lulla, thou little tiny Child,
Oh, my little one, helpless and small


By, by, lully, lullay.
Sleep tight, sleep well, all through the night




Contributed by Isabella J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found
Comments from YouTube:

@ColtraneTaylor

Jacqui McShee's voice ... beautiful, perfection.