Come away, come away, Death

Come away, come away, death

And in sad cypress let me be laid

Fly away, fly away, breath;

I am slain by a fair cruel maid

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew

O, prepare it!

My part of death, no one so true

Did share it



Not a flower, not a flower sweet

On my black coffin let there be strown

Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown

A thousand thousand sighs to save

Lay me, O, where

Sad true lover never find my grave

To weep there!