[ Featuring Toby Purser, Mark Nathan ]
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 corse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O lay me
Where sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!
