The Lass of Ballochmyle (1819)/The Willow Tree
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For other versions of this work, see The Willow Tree (Dibdin).
THE WILLOW TREE.
(illegible text) take me to your arms my love,
For keen the wind doth blow;
(illegible text) 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,
Beneath the willow tree.
For keen the wind doth blow;
(illegible text) 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,
Beneath the willow tree.
My love has wealth and beauty,
The rich attend her dear:
My love has wealth and beauty,
But 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 her dear:
My love has wealth and beauty,
But 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 'em without end,
I once had gold and silver,
I thought I had a friend.
My wealth is lost, my friend is false,
My love is stole from me,
And here I lie, in misery,
Beneath the widow tree.
I thought 'em without end,
I once had gold and silver,
I thought I had a friend.
My wealth is lost, my friend is false,
My love is stole from me,
And here I lie, in misery,
Beneath the widow tree.
FINIS.