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!