Title page woodcut from 'Beneath the Willow Tree' , an undated Scottish chapbook printed in Stirling
Beneath the Willow Tree.
O take me to your arms, my love, for keen the wind doth blow; O take me to your arm's 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, beneath the willow tree Willow, willow, willow, Beneath 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: Whilst here I lie in misery, beneath the willow tree. Willow, &c.
I once had gold and silver, I thought 'em without end; I once had gold and silver, and I thought I had a friend: My wealth is lost, my friend is false, my love he stole from me; And here I lie in misery, beneath the Willow tree. Willow &c.
