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THE GREEN WILLOW, by                    
First Line: The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree
Last Line: "aye me, the green willow must be my garland"
Subject(s): Willow Trees


THE poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing willow, willow, willow!
With his hand in his bosom, and his head upon his knee:
O willow, willow, willow, willow, shall be my garland:
Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow!
Aye me, the green willow must be my garland.

He sighed in his singing and made a great moan,
Sing willow, willow, willow!
I am dead to all pleasure, my true love she is gone;
O willow, willow, willow, willow, shall be my garland:
Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow!
Aye me, the green willow must be my garland.





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