The Melodist/Beneath the Willow Tree
For other versions of this work, see The Willow Tree (Dibdin).
THE
MELODIST
&c.
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 misery
Beneash the willow-tree.
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 misery
Beneash 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 misery
Beneath the willow-tree!
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 misery
Beneath 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.
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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