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"A favorite air sung with unbounded applause at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane, by Mrs Jordan and accompanied by herself on the lute."
Setting of Desdemona's song later parodied by Gilbert and Sullivan ("Tit Willow").
Setting of Desdemona's song later parodied by Gilbert and Sullivan ("Tit Willow").
Lyrics: William Shakespeare
A poor soul sat sighing beneath a tall tree,
Sing willow, willow, O willow;
With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee,
Sing willow, willow, O willow.
Sing all a green willow, sing all a green willow,
The willow shall be a garland for me,
Sing all a green willow.
He sighed in his singing, and after each groan,
Sang willow, willow, O willow;
I am dead to all pleasure, my true love is gone,
O willow, willow, O willow.
Sing all a green willow, sing all a green willow,
The willow shall be a garland for me,
Sing all a green willow.
Let nobody blame me, her scorn I thus prove,
Sing willow, willow, O willow;
She was born to be fair, I to die for her love,
O willow, willow, O willow.
Sing all a green willow, sing all a green willow,
The willow shall be a garland for me,
Sing all a green willow.
A poor soul sat sighing beneath a tall tree,
Sing willow, willow, O willow;
With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee,
Sing willow, willow, O willow.
Sing all a green willow, sing all a green willow,
The willow shall be a garland for me,
Sing all a green willow.
He sighed in his singing, and after each groan,
Sang willow, willow, O willow;
I am dead to all pleasure, my true love is gone,
O willow, willow, O willow.
Sing all a green willow, sing all a green willow,
The willow shall be a garland for me,
Sing all a green willow.
Let nobody blame me, her scorn I thus prove,
Sing willow, willow, O willow;
She was born to be fair, I to die for her love,
O willow, willow, O willow.
Sing all a green willow, sing all a green willow,
The willow shall be a garland for me,
Sing all a green willow.