A poor soul sat sighing by Pelham Humfrey — Lyrics

A poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, O willow, willow, o willow; With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee, Sing willow, willow, o willow. Sing o the green willow, sing o the green willow, The willow shall be a garland for me, Sing o the green willow. He sighed in his singing, and after each groan, O willow, willow, o willow; I am dead to each pleasure, my true love is gone, Sing willow, willow, o willow. Sing o the green willow, sing o the green willow, The willow shall be a garland for me, Sing o the green willow. Let nobody blame me, her scorn I thus prove, O willow, willow, o willow; She was born to be fair, I to die for her love, Sing willow, willow, o willow. Sing o the green willow, sing o the green willow, The willow shall be a garland for me, Sing o the green willow.