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Magdalene College - Pepys
Ballad XSLT Template
A Lovers complaint being forsaken of his Love.
To a pleasant new tune.

A Poore soule sat sighing under a Sicamore tree,
O willow, willow, willow,
With his hand on his bosome, his head on his knee,
O willow, willow, willow,
O willow, willow, willow,
Sing O the greene willow shall be my garland.

He sighd in his singing, and after each grone,
Come Willow, etc.
I am dead to all pleasure, my true love is gone,
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

My Love she is turned, untrue she doth prove,
O Willow, etc.
She renders me nothing but hate for my love,
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene willow, etc.

O pitty me (cried he) you Lovers each one,
O Willow, etc.
Her heart's hard as Marble, she rues not my mone,
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

The cold streames ran by him, his eyes wept apace,
O Willow, etc.
The salt tears fel from him, which drowned his face
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

The mute birds sat by him, made tame by his mone
O Willow, willow, willow, etc.
The Salt tears fell from him, which softened the storm
O Willow, willow, willow, willow, etc.
Sing O the greene willow shall be my Garland.

Let no body blame me, her scornes I do prove,
O Willow, etc.
She was borne to be faire, and I die for her love,
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

O that beauty should harbour a heart that's so hard,
O Willow, etc.
My true lover electing, without all regard,
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

Let Love no more boast him, in Palace or Bower,
O Willow, etc.
For women are trothles, and slote in an houre,
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

But what helps my complaining in vaine I complaine,
O Willow, etc.
I must patiently suffer her scorne and disdaine,
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

Come all you forsaken, and sit downe by me,
O Willow, etc.
He that plaineth of his false love, mine's falser then she
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

The Willow wreath weare I since my love did flee:
O Willow, willow, willow, etc.
A Garland for Lovers forsaken most meete,
O Willow, willow, willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow shall be my Garland,

Printed at London for I.W.
The second part of the forsaken Lover.
To a new tune.

LOwe layd by my sorrow, begot by disdaine
O Willow, willow, willow,
Against her to cruell, still I complaine:
O Willow, willow, willow,
O Willow, willow, willow,
Sing O the greene Willow shall be my garland.

O Love too injurious, to wound my poore heart,
O Willow, etc.
To suffer the triumph, and joy in my my smart,
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

O Willow, Willow, willow, the willow Garland,
O Willow, etc.
A signe of her falsenesse before me doth stand,
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene willow, etc.

As here lying pained, it stands in mine eye,
O Willow,
So hang (it friends) ore mee, in grave where I lye:
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

In grave when I rest me, hang this to the view,
O Willow, etc.
Of all that doe knowe her, to blaze her untrue:
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

With these words ingraven, as Epitaph meet,
O Willow, etc.
Heere lyes one drunk Poyson, for potion most sweet
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

Though she thus unkindly hath scorned my love,
O Willow, etc.
And carelesly smiles at the sorrowes I prove,
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

I cannot against her, unkindely exclaime,
O Willow, etc.
Cause once well I loved her, and honourd her name
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

The name of her sounded so sweete in mine eare,
O Willow, etc.
It caysd my heart lightly the name of my deare,
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

As then twas my comfort, it now is my griefe:
O Willow, etc.
It now brings me anguish, then brought me reliefe:
O Willow, etc.
Sing O the greene Willow, etc.

Farwell faire fals-hearted, plaints end in my breath
O Willow, etc.
Thou dost loath me, I love thee though cause of my death:
O Willow, willow, willow,
O Willow, willow, willow,
Sing O the greene Willow shall be my Garland.


FINIS.
Printed at London for I.W.

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