Beneath the Willow Tree/Beneath the Willow Tree

For other versions of this work, see The Willow Tree (Dibdin).
4550325Beneath the Willow Tree — Beneath the Willow TreeThomas John Dibdin
Title page woodcut from 'Beneath the Willow Tree' , an undated Scottish chapbook printed in Stirling
Title page woodcut from 'Beneath the Willow Tree' , an undated Scottish chapbook printed in Stirling

Beneath the Willow Tree.

O take me to your arms, my love, for keen the wind doth blow;O take me to your arm's my love,for bitter is my woe.She hears me not, she cares not,nor will she list to me;And here I lie in misery,beneath the willow treeWillow, willow, willow,Beneath the willow tree.
My love has wealth and beauty.the rich attend the door;My love has wealth and beauty,and I, alas! am poor.The ribbon fair that bound her hair,is all that's left to me:Whilst here I lie in misery,beneath the willow tree.Willow, &c.
I once had gold and silver,I thought 'em without end;I once had gold and silver,and I thought I had a friend: My wealth is lost, my friend is false,my love he stole from me;And here I lie in misery,beneath the Willow tree.Willow &c.