Treasure Island

Beaumont and Fletcher

(1584 - 1616 / England)

Lay a garland on my hearse


Lay a garland on my hearse,
Of the dismal yew,
Maidens, willow branches bear,
Say I died true.
My love was false, but I was firm
From my hour of birth;
Upon my buried body lie
Lightly, gentle earth.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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