Come away, come away, death And in sad Cyprus let me be laid Fly away, fly 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
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