[ Featuring Voce ]
He is dead and gone, lady, he is dead and gone;
At his head a grass-green turf, at his heels a stone.
To thee I do commend my watchful soul,
Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes.
Sleeping and waking, O defend me still!
I honored him, I loved him, and will weep
My date of life out for his sweet life's loss.
