A lovers complaint being forsaken of his love. To a pleasant new tune.  
 

A Poor soul sat sighing under a Sicamore tree,  
O willow, willow, willow,  
With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee,  
O willow, willow, willow,  
O willow, willow, willow,  
Sing O the green willow shall be my garland.   

He sighed in his singing, and after each groan,  
Come Willow, etc.  
I am dead to all pleasure, my true love is gone,  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

My Love she is turned, untrue she doth prove,  
O Willow, etc.  
She renders me nothing but hate for my love,  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green willow, etc.   

O pity me (cried he) you Lovers each one,  
O Willow, etc.  
Her heart's hard as Marble, she rues not my moan,  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

The cold streams ran by him, his eyes wept apace,  
O Willow, etc.  
The salt tears fell from him, which drowned his face  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

The mute birds sat by him, made fame by his moan  
O Willow, willow, willow, etc.  
The ●alt tears fell from him, which ●●●ned the ston●  
O Willow, willow, willow, willow, etc.  
Sing O the green willow shall be my Garland.   

Let no body blame me, her scorns I do prove,  
O Willow, etc.  
She was borne to be fair, and I die for her love,  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

O that beauty should harbour a heart that's so hard,  
O Willow, etc.  
My true love relecting, without all regard,  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

Let Love no more b●ast him, in Palace or Bower,  
O Willow, etc.  
For ●omen are trouble's, and sl●te in an hour,  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

But what ●elo● my complaining in vain I complain,  
O Willow, etc.  
I must patient●● suffer her scorn and disdain,  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

Come all ●ou forsaken, and sit down by me,  
O Willow, etc.  
He that plaineth of his false love, mine's falser than she  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

The Willow wreath ●●eare I since my love did fleet  
O Willow, willow, willow, etc.  
A Garland for Lovers forsaken most meet,  
O Willow, willow, willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow shall be my Garland,   

Printed at London for I. W.    

The second part of ●e forsaken Lover. To a new tune.  
 

Low laid by my sorrow, begot by disdain  
O Willow, willow, willow,  
Against her to cruel, sti●l I complain:  
O Willow, willow, willow,  
O Willow, willow, willow,  
Sing O the green Willow shall be my garland.   

O Love too infurious, to wound my poor heart,  
O Willow, etc.  
To suffer ●he ●r●umph, and joy in my smart,  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

O Willow Willow, willow, the willow Garland,  
O Willow, etc.  
A sign of her falseness before me doth stand,  
O Willow, etc.,  
Sing O the green willow, etc.   

As here lying pained, it stands in mine eye,  
O Willow,  
So hang (it friends) o'er me, in grave where I lie:  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

In g●aue when I rest me, hang this to the view,  
O Willow, etc.  
Of all that ●ot know her, to blaze her untrue:  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

With the●● w●●●s engraven, as Epitaph meet,  
O Willow, etc.  
〈…〉 Poison, for potion most sweet  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

Though she 〈◊〉 unkindly hath scorned my love,  
O Willow, etc.  
And carelessly smiles at the sorrows I prove,  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

I cannot against her, unkindly ●relaime,  
O Willow, etc.  
Cause once well I loved her, and honoured her na●e  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

The name of her sounded so sweet in mine ear,  
O Willow, etc.  
It ●ay●● my heart lightly the name of my ●ear●,  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

As than 'twas my comfort, it now i● my grief;  
O Willow, etc.  
It now brings me anguish, than brought me relief:  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.   

Farewell fair fals●harted, plaints end with my breath  
O Willow, etc.  
Thou dost loathe me, I love thee though cause of my death:  
O Willow, willow, willow,  
O Willow, willow, willow,  
Sing O the green Willow shall be my Garland.   
FINIS.   

Printed at London for I. W.