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236 "WILLOW, "WILLOW, "WILLOW. |
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The salt tears fell from him, which softened the stones. 0 willow, fyc. 30
Sing, 0 the greene willow shall he my garland.
" Let nobody blame me, her scornes I do prove ;
0 willow, fyc. She was borne to be faire; I, to die for her love.
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Sing, 0 the greene willow, fyc.
" 0 that beauty should harbour a heart that's so hard!
Sing willow, 3?c. My true love rejecting without all regard.
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Sing, 0 the greene willow, fyc.
" Let love no more boast him in palace or bower ;
0 willow, fyc. For women are trothles, and flote in an houre.
0 willow, SfC. «
Sing, 0 the greene willow, fyc.
" But what helps complaining ? In vaine I com-
plaine: i 0 willow, SfC. I must patiently suffer her scorne and disdaine.
0 willow, fyc. so
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