Come away, come away, death, 58 And in sad cypress let me be laid. 59 <Fly> away, <fly> away, breath, 60 I am slain by a fair cruel maid. 61 My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 62 O, prepare it!
Music.
The Song.
< FOOL >
Come away, come away, death, 58
And in sad cypress let me be laid. 59
< Fly > away, < fly > away, breath, 60
I am slain by a fair cruel maid. 61
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew , 62
O, prepare it! 63
My part of death, no one so true 64
Did share it. 65
Not a flower, not a flower sweet 66
On my black coffin let there be strown ; 67
Not a friend, not a friend greet 68
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. 69
A thousand thousand sighs to save, 70
Lay me, O, where 71
Sad true lover never find my grave, 72
To weep there. 73
