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 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