The willow song

1. The poor soul sat sighing
 by a sycamore tree
(Sing willow, willow, willow)
With his hand in his bosom
 and his head upon his knee.

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‖: Oh, willow, willow, willow, willow, :‖
Shall be my garland.
Sing all a green ‖: willow, :‖ (×4)
Aye me, the green willow
Must be my garland.

2. He sighed in his singing,
 and made a gre͞at* moan:
(Sing willow, willow, willow)
‘I am dead to all pleas̱ure;
 my true love he is gone.’

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3. The mute bird sat by him;
 was made tame by his moans.
(Sing willow, willow, willow)
The true tears fell from him;
 would have melted the stones.

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4. ‘Come all you forsaken
 and mourn you with me.
(Sing willow, willow, willow)
Who speaks of a false love?
 Mine’s falser than she.

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5. ‘Let love no more boast her
 in palace nor bow’r;
(Sing willow, willow, willow)
It buds but it blasteth
 ere it be a flow’r.

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6. ‘Thou fair and more false,
 I die with thy wo͞und.
(Sing willow, willow, willow)
Thou hast lost thy tru’st lover
 that goes upon the ground.

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7. ‘Let nobodȳ chide her,
 her scorns I apprọve.
(Sing willow, willow, willow)
She was born to be false,
 and I to die for love.

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8. ‘Take this for my farewell
 and latest adie᷍u;
(Sing willow, willow, willow)
Write this on my tomb:
 that in love I was true.’

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