The Complaint of a Lover forsaken of his Love.
To a pleasant new Tune.
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A Poore Soule sate sighing, by a Sicamore Tree.
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O Willow, willow, willow:
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His hand on his bosome, his head on his knee,
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O Willow, willow, willow,
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O Willow, willow, willow,
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Sing O the greene Willow shall be my Garland.
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He sighd in his singing, and after each groane
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O Willow, willow, willow:
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Love to all pleasure, my true love is gone,
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O Willow, willow, willow,
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O Willow, willow, willow,
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Sing O the greene Willow shall be my Garland.
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Oh false she is turned, untrue she doth prove,
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O Willow, willow, willow:
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She renders me nothing but hate for my love.
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O Willow, willow, etc.
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Sing O the greene Willow, etc.
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Oh pitty me (cride he) you Lovers each one,
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O Willow, etc.
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Her hearts hard as Marble, she rues not my moane,
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O Willow, willow, willow etc.
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Sing O the greene Willow, shall be my Garland.
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The cold streames ran by him, his eyes wept apace,
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O willow, willow, willow:
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The salt teares fell from him, which drowned his face,
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O Willow, willow, etc.
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Sing O the greene Willow, etc.
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The mute Birds sate by him, made tame by his moane,
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O Willow, etc.
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The salt teares fell from him, which softned the stone,
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O Willow, etc.
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Sing O the greene Willow,
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Let no body blame me, her scornes I doe prove,
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O Willow, etc.
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She was borne to be false, and I dye for her love:
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O Willow, willow, etc.
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Sing O the greene willow shalbe my Garland.
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O that beauty should harbour, a heart thats so hard,
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O Willow, willow, etc.
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My true love rejecting, without all regard:
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O Willow, etc.
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Sing O the greene Willow, etc.
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Let Love no more boast him, in Pallace or Bowre,
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O Willow, etc.
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For Women are trothlesse, and fleet in an houre:
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O Willow, etc.
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Sing o the greene, etc.
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But what helpes complaining, in vaine I complaine,
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O Willow, etc.
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I must patiently suffer, her scorne and disdaine:
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O Willow, etc.
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Sing O the greene, etc.
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Come all you forsaken, and sit downe by me,
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O Willow, etc.
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He that plaineth of his false love, mines falser then she:
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O Willow, etc.
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Sing O the greene, etc.
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The Willow wreath weare I, since my Love did fleet,
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O Willow, etc.
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A Garland for Lovers forsaken most meet:
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O Willow, Willow, etc.
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Sing o the greene Willow shall be my Garland.
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FINIS.
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The second Part, To the same Tune.
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LOw layde by my sorrow, begot by disdaine,
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O Willow, Willow, Willow,
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Against her, too cruell, still still I complaine:
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O Willow, Willow, Willow;
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O Willow, etc.
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Sing o the greene, etc.
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O Love too injurious, to wound my poore heart,
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O Willow, etc.
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To suffer her triumph, and joy in my smart:
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O Willow, etc.
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Sing o the greene, etc.
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O Willow, Willow, Willow, the Willow Garland,
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O Willow, etc.
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A signe of her falsenesse, before me doth stand,
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O Willow, etc.
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Sing o the greene, etc.
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As heere lying payned, it stands in mine eye,
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O Willow, etc.
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So hang it (friends) ore me, in Grave where I lye:
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O Willow, etc.
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Sing o the greene, etc.
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In Grave when I rest me, hang this to the view,
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O Willow, etc.
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Of all that doe know her, to blaze her untrue:
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O Willow, etc.
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Sing o the greene, etc.
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With these words ingraven, as Epitaph meete,
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O Willow, etc.
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Heere lyes one drunke Poyson, for potion most sweete:
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O Willow, etc.
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Sing O the greene, etc.
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Though she thus unkindly, have scorned my love,
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O Willow etc.
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And carelesly smiles at the sorrowes I prove,
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O Willow, etc.
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Sing o the greene Willow, etc.
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I cannot against her unkindly exclaime.
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Oh Willow, etc.
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Cause once well I lovde her, and honourde her name,
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O Willow, etc.
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Sing o the greene, etc.
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The name of her sounded, so sweet in mine eare,
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Oh Willow, etc.
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It raisde my heart lightly, the name of my deare:
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O Willow, etc.
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Sing o the greene, etc.
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As then twas my comfort, it now is my griefe,
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Oh Willow, etc.
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It now brings me anguish; then, brought me reliefe:
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O Willow, etc.
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Sing o the greene, etc.
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Farewel faire, false-hearted, plaints end with my breath
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Oh Willow, Willow, Willow,
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Thou dost loth me, I love thee, though cause of my death
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O Willow, Willow, Willow,
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O Willow, Willow, Willow;
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Sing O the greene Willow shall be my Garland.
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FINIS.
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