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!
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!
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