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