Come A way, come A way, Death
And in sad cyprees let me be laid.
Fly away fly away, breath,
I am slain by afair cruel maid.
My should of white, stuck all with yew,
O prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not aflower,not aflower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown.
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpes, 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!
Yew : atre offen planted in achurchyard
Coffin : a box in which adead body is buried
Sigh : take and then leave out a long deep breath