1.
‖: O Death, :‖ rock me asleep,
Bring me to quiet rest;
Let pass my weary guiltless ghost
Out of my careful breast.
Chorus:
Toll on, thou passing bell;
Ring out my doleful knell;
Let thy sound my death tell,
For I must die:
There is no remedy.
2.
‖: My pains, :‖ who can express?
Alas, they are so strong!
My dolours will not suffer strength
My life for to prolong.
Chorus
3.
‖: Alone :‖ in prison strong
I wail my destiny:
Woe worth this cruel hap that I
Must taste this misery!
Chorus
4.
‖: Farewell, :‖ my pleasures past!
Welcome, my present pain!
I feel my torment so increase
That life can not remain.
Cease now, thou passing bell,
Ring out my doleful knell,
For thou my death dost tell:
Lord, pity thou my soul!
Death doth draw nigh,
Sound dolefully: for now ‖: I die. :‖ (×3)