Full Lyrics
Come, you whose loves are dead,
And whiles I sing,
Weep, and wring
Every hand; and every head
Bind with cypress and sad yew;
Ribbons black and candles blue,
For him that was of men most true!
Come with heavy moaning,
And on his grave
Let him have
Sacrifice of sighs and groaning;
Let him have fair flowers enow,
White and purple, green and yellow,
For him that was of men most true!
The Knight of the burning Pestle
Act IV, Scene IV
