A young man sat sighing

1. A yọung* man sat sighing
 by a sycamore tree,
(Sing willow, willow!)
With his hand in his bosom,
 his head on his knee:
‖: O willow, willow! :‖ (×3)

2. He sighèd and sobbèd,
 and after each groan,
I’m dead to all joys
 since my true love is gone;
‖: O willow, willow! :‖ (×3)

3. Come, all ye forsaken,
 and mourn now with me,
Who speaks of a false love,
 mine’s falser than she.
‖: O willow, willow! :‖ (×3)