Come away
Come away, death
And in sad cypress
Let me be laid
Fly away, fly away, breath
For I am slain by a fair cruel maid
My shroud of white
All stuck with yew branch
O, prepare it
My part in death
No love so true
Did share it
Not a flower
Not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be threwn
Not a friend
Not a friend greet
My poor corpse
Where my bones lie strewn
A thousand thousand sighs
To save
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover
Never find my grave
To weep there
A thousand thousand sighs
To save
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover
Never find my grave
To weep there