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...thread with bones, Do use to chant it ;" — ) mentions the custom of sticking yew in the shroud : " Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...fly away, breath : I am slain by a fair cruel maid. Myjihroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it....

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...away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0 prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpje, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand...

...was couched : — " it is silly sooth. And dallies with the innocence of love Like the old age." " Come away, come away death, And in sad cypress let...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn , Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown, A thousand...

...is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty, SLAIN BY LOVE. COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On...

...; prithee sing. [Music. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coflin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall...

...away,jty away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck o'er with yew, 0 +0 strewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be i thrown. A thousand...