The Willow Song
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.
Oh willow, willow, willow, oh willow, willow, willow shall be my garland.
Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow,
Aye me, the green willow must be my garland.
He sighed in his singing, and made a great moan,
Sing willow, willow, willow,
"I am dead to all pleasure, my true love she is gone."
Oh willow, willow, willow, oh willow, willow, willow shall be my garland.
Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow,
Aye me, the green willow must be my garland.
Come all ye forsaken and mourn you with me;
Sing willow, willow, willow,
Who speaks of a false love, mine's falser than she.
Oh willow, willow, willow, oh willow, willow, willow shall be my garland.
Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow,
Aye me, the green willow must be my garland.
Thou fair and more false, I died with thy wound,
Sing willow, willow, willow,
Thou hast lost the truest lover that goes upon the ground.
Oh willow, willow, willow, oh willow, willow, willow shall be my garland.
Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow,
Aye me, the green willow must be my garland.
Take this for my farewell and latest adieu,
Sing willow, willow, willow,
Write this on my tomb, that is in love I was true.
Oh willow, willow, willow, oh willow, willow, willow shall be my garland.
Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow,
Aye me, the green willow must be my garland.
Sing willow, willow, willow,
With his hand in his bosom and his head upon his knee.
Oh willow, willow, willow, oh willow, willow, willow shall be my garland.
Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow,
Aye me, the green willow must be my garland.
He sighed in his singing, and made a great moan,
Sing willow, willow, willow,
"I am dead to all pleasure, my true love she is gone."
Oh willow, willow, willow, oh willow, willow, willow shall be my garland.
Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow,
Aye me, the green willow must be my garland.
Come all ye forsaken and mourn you with me;
Sing willow, willow, willow,
Who speaks of a false love, mine's falser than she.
Oh willow, willow, willow, oh willow, willow, willow shall be my garland.
Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow,
Aye me, the green willow must be my garland.
Thou fair and more false, I died with thy wound,
Sing willow, willow, willow,
Thou hast lost the truest lover that goes upon the ground.
Oh willow, willow, willow, oh willow, willow, willow shall be my garland.
Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow,
Aye me, the green willow must be my garland.
Take this for my farewell and latest adieu,
Sing willow, willow, willow,
Write this on my tomb, that is in love I was true.
Oh willow, willow, willow, oh willow, willow, willow shall be my garland.
Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow,
Aye me, the green willow must be my garland.
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Writer(s): William Shakespeare (dramat), Betty Roe
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