(harle/shakespeare)
Come away, come away, d**h
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 yew
O prepare it
My part of d**h no one so true
Did share it
Come away, come away, d**h
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, d**h