(harleshakespeare)

Come away, come away, death

And in sad cyprus let me be laid

Fie away, fie away, breath

I am slain by a fair cruel maid

My shroud of white stuck all with you

O prepare it

My part of death no one so true

Did share it



Come away, come away, death



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

A thousand thousand sighs to say

Lay me over

Sad true lover never find my grave

To weep there



Come away, come away, death