A Poore foule fat fighing under a ficamore tree, With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee; O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the greene willow fhall be my garland. He figh'd in his finging, and after each grone, I am dead to all pleasure, my true-love is gone; Sing, O the greene willow, &c. My love she is turned; untrue fhe doth prove She renders me nothing but hate for my love. O willow, &c. Sing, Ọ the greene willow, &c. O pitty me (cried he) ye lovers, each one: O willow, &c. Her heart's hard as marble; fhe rues not my mone. O willow, &c. Sing, O the greene willow, &c. The cold ftreams ran by him, his eyes wept apace, O willow, &c. 20 The falt tears fell from him, which drowned his face: O willow, &c. Sing, O the greene willow, &c. 25 The The mute birds fate by him, made tame by his mones: O willow, &c. The falt tears fell from him, which softned the stones. O willow, &c, Sing, O the greene willow fhall be my garland! Let nobody blame me, her fcornes I do prove ; She was borne to be fair; I, to die for her love. O willow, &c. Sing, O the greene willow, &c. 30 35 O that beauty fhould harbour a heart, that's fo hard! Sing willow, &c. My true love rejecting without all regard. O willow, &c. Sing, O the green willow, &c. Let Love no more boast him in palace, or bower; O willow, &c. For women are trothles, and flote in an houre. O willow, &c. Sing, O the greene willow, &c. But what helps complaining? In vaine I complaine: I must patiently fuffer her fcorne, and disdaine. 40 45 50 Come, Come, all you forfaken, and set down by me, O willow, &c, He that 'plaines of his false love, mine's falfer than fhe. O willow, &c. Sing, O the greene willow, &c. The willow wreath weare I, fince my love did fleet; O willow, &c. A Garland for lovers forfaken most meete. O willow, &c. Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland! 55 60 THE SECOND PART. L OWE lay'd by my forrow, begot by difdaine, Against her too cruell, ftill ftill I complaine, O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow: Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland! O love too injurious, to wound my poore heart; To fuffer the triumph, and joy in my smart: O willow, &c. Sing, O the greene willow, &c. 10 O willow, O willow, willow, willow! the willow garland, O willow, &c. A fign of her falseneffe before me doth stand: O willow, &c. Sing, O the greene willow, &c. As here it doth bid to defpair and to dye, O willow, &c. So hang it, friends, ore mee in grave where I lye: O willow, &c. Sing, O the greene willow, &c. In grave where I reft mee, hang this to the view Of all that doe knowe her, to blaze her untrue. O willow, &c. Sing, O the greene willow, &c. With these words engraven, as epitaph meet, O willow, &c. 20 25 "Here lyes one, drank poyfon for potion moft sweet." O willow, &c. Sing, O the green willow, &c. Though the thus unkindly hath scorned my love, O willow, &c., And carelefly fmiles at the forrowes, I prove; O willow, &c. Sing, O the green willow, &c. N 2 30 35 I cannot I cannot against her unkindly exclaim, Caufe once well I loved her, and honoured her name: Sing, O the green willow fhall be my garland. The name of her founded so sweete in mine eare, It rays'd my heart lightly, the name of my deare; Sing, O the greene willow, &c. As then 'twas my comfort, it now is my griefe; It now brings me anguish, then brought me reliefe. O willow, &c. Sing, O the greene willow, &c. 40 45 50 Farewell, faire false hearted: plaints end with my breath! O willow, &c. Thou doft loath me, I love thee, though cause of my death. O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, the greene willow fhall be my garlànd. 55 VII. SIR |