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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,
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.
A poor soul sat sighing beneath a tall 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.