Let pass my weary guiltless ghost
Out of my careful breast.
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
My pains who can express?
Alas, they are so strong;
My dolour will not suffer strength
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Woe worth this cruel hap that I
Should taste this misery!
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell.
Farewell, my pleasures past,
Welcome, my present pain!
I feel my torments so increase
Cease now, thou passing bell;
Rung is my doleful knell;
For the sound my death doth tell.