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WILLOW, WILLOW, WILLOW. 237
" Come, all you forsaken, and sit down by me,
0 willow, Sfc. He that 'plaines of his false love, mine's falser than she.
0 willow, SfC. «
Sing, 0 the greene willow shall be my garland.
" The willow wreath weare I, since my love did fleet;
0 willow, SfC. A garland for lovers forsaken most meete.
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Sing, 0 the greene willow shall be my garland! "
PART THE SECOND.
" Lowe lay'd by my sorrow, begot by disdaine,
0 willow, willow, willow ! Against her too cruell, still, still I complaine.
0 willow, willow, wilfow !
0 willow, willow, willow ! s
Sing, 0 the greene willow shall be my garland I
" 0 love too injurious, to wound my poore heart,
0 willow, S/c. To suffer the triumph, and joy in my smart!
0 willow, Sfc. id
Sing, 0 the greene willow, Sfc.