Come Away

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 strewn

Not a friend

Not a friend greet

My poor corpse

Where my bones shall be thrown

My part of death

No one so true

Did share it

My shroud of white

Stuck all with yew

O prepare it

A thousand thousand sighs to save

Lay me o where

Sad true lover never find my grave

To weep there