They carried him uncovered in the coffin.
Hey nonny, nonny nonny, hey nonny.
Tears poured down over his grave.
Goodbye, my dear.

Look at my flowers, Laertes. Rosemary is for remembering. Pansies are for thoughts. These are for you, Queen Gertrude: fennel and columbines. They symbolize adultery. And these for you, your majesty: rue. They symbolize repentance. We can call it the Sunday flower, but you will wear it for different reasons. Daisies are for unhappy love. I had some violets, which mean faithfullness, but they all dried up when my father died.

Won't he come again?
Won't he come again?
No, he is dead.
Go to your deathbed.
He will never come again,
He is gone, gone.
God have mercy on his soul.
Goodbye, God be with you!