Folk and Traditional Song Lyrics:
Come Away Come Away Death

Come Away, Come Away, Death

Come Away, Come Away, Death
(Shakespeare, Vaughan Williams)

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, when my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!

(Text by William Shakespeare (1564-1616), from Twelfth
Night, Act II, scene 4 Set by Vaughan Williams in 1909)

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