(Harle/Shakespeare) 

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