Come Away, Death, Op.23 No.3

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

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

To weep

To weep there