THE WILLOW TREE
O, Willow, Willow weeping,
Your tears fall down for whom?
We soldiers who are sleeping
Until the Day of Doom?—
O, Willow, Willow weeping,
So soundly we are sleeping.
Your tears fall down for whom?
We soldiers who are sleeping
Until the Day of Doom?—
O, Willow, Willow weeping,
So soundly we are sleeping.
O, Willow, Willow weeping,
Do you but weep for those
Our women folk whose hearts are broke
Whose eyelids never close;
Who lie all night unsleeping—
O, Willow, Willow—weeping.
Do you but weep for those
Our women folk whose hearts are broke
Whose eyelids never close;
Who lie all night unsleeping—
O, Willow, Willow—weeping.
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