text: 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!