Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust

Lily-like, white as snow
She hardly knew
She was a woman so
Sweetly she grew

Coffin-board, heavy stone
Lie on her breast
I vex my heart alone
She is at rest

Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet
All my life's buried here
Heap earth upon it
Dingdong. The castle bell!
Farewell, my mother!
Bury me in the old churchyard
Beside my eldest brother
My coffin shall be black
Six angels at my back
Two to sing and two to pray
And two to carry my soul away