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
Weep weep weep weep weep
To weep there