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My love has wealth and beauty,
But I, alas! am poor.
The ribbon fair that bound her hair,
Is all that's left to me;
While here I lie in misery,
Beneath the willow tree.
But I, alas! am poor.
The ribbon fair that bound her hair,
Is all that's left to me;
While here I lie in misery,
Beneath the willow tree.
I once had gold and silver,
I thought 'em without end,
I once had gold and silver,
I thought I had a friend.
My wealth is lost, my friend is false,
My love is stole from me,
And here I lie, in misery,
Beneath the widow tree.
I thought 'em without end,
I once had gold and silver,
I thought I had a friend.
My wealth is lost, my friend is false,
My love is stole from me,
And here I lie, in misery,
Beneath the widow tree.
FINIS.
