(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