The Melodist/Beneath the Willow Tree

by Thomas John Dibdin

For other versions of this work, see The Willow Tree (Dibdin).

THE

MELODIST

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Beneath the Willow Tree.

 

Oh! take me to your arms, my love,For keen the wind doth blow;Oh! take me to your arms, my love,For bitter is my woe:She hears me not, she cares not,Nor will she list to me,And here I lie in miseryBeneash the willow-tree.

My love has wealth and beauty,The rich attend the door;My love has wealth and beauty,And I, alas! am poor:The ribbon fair that bound her hair,Is all that's left to me,While here I lie in miseryBeneath the willow-tree!

I once had gold and silver,I thought them without end;I once had gold and silver,And thought I had a friend; My wealth is lost, my friend is false,My love she's stole from me;And here I lie, in misery,Beneath the willow-tree.

 

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