A poor soul sat sighing under a sycamore tree;
"O willow,willow,willow!"
With his hand on his bosom,his head on his knee:
"O willow,willow,willow!
O willow,willow,willow!
Sing,O the green willow shall be my garl-and."
He sighed in his singing,and after each groan,"Come willow,willow,willow!
I am dead to all pleasure,my true-love is gone;
O willow,willow,willow!
O willow,willow,willow!
Sing,O the green willow shall be my garl-and.
"My love she is turned;untrue she doth prove:
O willow,willow,willow!
She renders me nothing but hate for my love.
O willow,willow,willow!
O willow,willow,willow!
Sing,O the green willow shall be my garl-and.
"O pity me,"cried he,"ye lovers,each one;
O willow,willow,willow!
Her heart's hard as marble;she rues not my moan.
O willow,willow,willow!
O willow,willow,willow!
Sing,O the green willow shall be my garl-and."
The cold streams ran by him,his eyes wept apace;
"O willow,willow,willow!"
The salt tears fell from him,which drown-ed his face:
"O willow,willow,willow!
O willow,willow,willow!
Sing,O the green willow shall be my garl-and."
The mute birds sat by him,made tame by his moans:
"O willow,willow,willow!"
The salt tears fell from him,which softened the stones.
"O willow,willow,willow!
O willow,willow,willow!
Sing,O the green willow shall be my garl-and.
"Let nobody blame me,her scorns I do prove;
O willow,willow,willow!
She was born to be fair;I,to die for her love.
O willow,willow,willow!
O willow,willow,willow!
Sing,O the green willow shall be my garl-and.
"O that beauty should harbour a heart that's so hard!
Sing willow,willow,willow!
My true love rejecting without all regard.
O willow,willow,willow!