Coventry Carol
Libera Lyrics


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Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child
Bye bye, lully lullay

O sisters too
How may we do
For to preserve this day?
This poor youngling
For whom we do sing
Bye bye, 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 morn and day
For thy parting




Neither say nor sing
Bye bye, lully lullay!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Libera's "Coventry Carol" tell the sad story of the massacre of the innocents, a biblical event that took place when King Herod ordered the killing of all male infants in Bethlehem in an attempt to eliminate the newborn King of the Jews, Jesus Christ. The song starts with a soothing lullaby addressed to the "little tiny child" who is being sung to sleep, followed by a plea for help from the sisters asking how they can preserve this day for the poor youngling they are singing for. The song then takes a darker turn as it describes the horrors that Herod unleashes upon the innocent children, leading to the heartbreaking declaration of grief for the poor child for whom they sing, and the vow to never say goodbye with a final lullaby.


The song's haunting melody and poignant lyrics have made it a popular choice for Christmas performances and ceremonies. It originated in the city of Coventry in England during the medieval period and was performed as part of a mystery play called "The Pageant of the Shearmen and Tailors." The play was performed annually on the streets of Coventry and involved a series of reenactments of biblical stories, including the massacre of the innocents.


Line by Line Meaning

Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child
Lullaby, lullaby, to you, little tiny child


Bye bye, lully lullay
Sleep well, little one


O sisters too
Oh, my sisters also


How may we do
What can we do


For to preserve this day?
To save this day?


This poor youngling
This unfortunate child


For whom we do sing
For whom we are singing


Bye bye, lully lullay!
Sleep well, little one!


Herod, the king
King Herod


In his raging
In his furious state


Charged he hath this day
Ordered on this day


His men of might
His powerful soldiers


In his own sight
Right in front of him


All young children to slay
To kill all young children


That woe is me
I feel such sorrow


Poor child for thee!
For you, poor child!


And ever morn and day
Every morning and day


For thy parting
For your departure


Neither say nor sing
I cannot say or sing


Bye bye, lully lullay!
Sleep well, little one!




Writer(s): C. Byrd

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