(Harle/Shakespeare) 
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 

Come away, come away, death 

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 

Come away, come away, death