What then is loue but mourning
What desire but a selfe burning
Till shee that hates doth loue returne
Thus will I mourne thus will I sing
Come away come away my darling
Thus will I mourne thus will I sing
Come away come away my darling
Beautie is but a blooming
Youth in his glorie entombing
Time hath a while which none can stay
Then come away while thus I sing
Come away come away my darling
Then come away while thus I sing
Come away come away my darling
Summer in winter fadeth
Gloomie night heaun'ly light shadeth
Like to the morne are venus flowers
Such are her howers then will I sing
Come away come away my darling
Such are her howers then will I sing
Come away come away my darling
