Sweet come away, my darling,
And sweetly let me hear thee sing.
Come away, come away, come away and bring
My heart thou hast so fast in keeping.

O fie upon this long stay
That thus my loving hopes delay!
Come again, come again, come again and stay:
Sweet heart, I'll never more say thee nay.

Dear, be not such a tyrant
Still to rejoice thee in my want.
Come and do, come and do, come and do not scant
Me of thy sight so fair and pleasant.

Why hear'st thou not his sighing,
Whose voice all hoarse is with crying?
Come and do, come and do, come and do something
That may revive thy true love dying.

This is the pride of women,
That they make beggares of all men.
We must sigh, we must cry, We must die, and then
Forsooth it may be they will hearken.