The Complaint of a Lover forsaken of his Love.  
To a pleasant new Tune.  

 

A Poor Soul sat sighing, by a Sicamore Tree.  
O Willow, willow, willow:  
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  
O Willow, willow, willow:  
Adieu to all pleasure, my true love is gone,  

O Willow, willow, willow,  
O Willow, willow, willow,  
Sing O the green Willow shall be my Garland.    

Oh false she is turned, untrue she doth prove,  
O Willow, willow, willow:  
She renders me nothing but hate for my love.  

O Willow, willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.    

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

O Willow, willow, willow etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, shall be my Garland.    

The cold streams ran by him, his eyes wept apace,  
O willow, willow, willow:  
The salt tears fell from him, which drowned his face,  

O Willow, willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.    

The mute Birds sat by him, made tame by his moan,  
O Willow, etc.  
The salt tears fell from him, which softened the stone,  

O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow,    

Let no body blame me, her scorns I do prove,  
O Willow, etc.  
She was borne to be false, and I dye for her love:  

O Willow, willow, etc.  
Sing O the green willow shallbe my Garland.    

O that beauty should harbour, a heart that's so hard,  
O Willow, willow, etc.  
My true love rejecting, without all regard:  

O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green Willow, etc.    

Let Love no more boast him, in Palace or Bower.  
O Willow, etc.  
For Women are trothless, and fleet in an hour:  

O Willow, etc.  
Sing o the green, etc.    

But what helps complaining, in vain I complain,  
O Willow, etc.  
I must patiently suffer, her scorn and disdain:  

O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green, etc.    

Come all you forsaken, and sit down by me,  
O Willow, &c  
He ' that plaineth of his false love, mine's falser than she:  

O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green, etc.    

The Willow wreath wear I, since my Love did fleet,  
O Willow, etc.  
A Garland for Lovers forsaken most meet:  

O Willow, Willow, etc.  
Sing o the green Willow shall be my Garland.    
FINIS.   

The second Part,  
To the same Tune.  
 
 

LOw laid by my sorrow, begot by disdain,  
O Willow, Willow, Willow,  
Against her, too cruel, still still I complain:  

O Willow, Willow, Willow;  
O Willow, etc.  
Sing o the green, etc.    

O Love too injurious, to wound my poor heart,  
O Willow, etc.  
To suffer her triumph, and joy in my smart:  

O Willow, etc.  
Sing o the green, 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, etc.    

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

O Willow, etc.  
Sing o the green, etc.    

In Grave when I rest me, hang this to the view,  
O Willow, etc.  
Of all that do know her, to blaze her untrue:  

O Willow, etc.  
Sing o the green, etc.    

With these words engraven, as Epitaph meet,  
O Willow, etc.  
Hear lies one drunk Poison, for potion most sweet:  

O Willow, etc.  
Sing O the green, etc.    

Though she thus unkindly, have 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 exclaim.  
Oh Willow, etc.  
'Cause one well I loud her, and honoured her name,  

O Willow, etc.  
Sing o the green, etc.    

The name of her sounded, so sweet in mine ear,  
Oh Willow, etc.  
It raised my heart lightly, the name of my dear:  

O Willow, etc.  
Sing o the green, etc.    

As than 'twas my comfort, it now is my grief,  
Oh Willow, etc.  
It now brings me anguish; then, brought me relief:  

O Willow, etc.  
Sing o the green, etc.    

Farewell fair, falsehearted, plaints end with my breath  
Oh Willow, Willow, Willow,  
Them dost loath 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.    

London, Printed by M.P. for Edward Wright at his Shop near Christ Church gate.