1 Sweet come away my darling, And sweetly let me heare thee sing, Come away, come away, ii. and bring My hart thou hast so fast in keeping. 2 Oh fie vpon this long stay, That thus my louing hopes delay: Come againe, come againe, ii. and say, Sweet hart ile neuer more say thee nay. 3 Deere be not such a tyrant, Still to reioice thee in my want: Come and doe, come and doe, ii. not scant Me of thy sight, to faire and pleasant. 4 Why hearst thou not his sighing, Whose voice all hoarcels with dying: Come and doe, come and doe, ii. something, That may reuiue thy true loue dying. 5 This is the pride of women, That they make beggers of all men: We must sigh, we must trie, we must die, and then Forsooth it may be they will hearken.