Anon
(c.1775)

A poor soul sat under a sycamore tree
(T.T.T.)
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Included in Warren's twelfth collection of glees and catches without attribution, this is one of those catches that is more lubricious in performance than the anodyne lyrics might suggest. This edition comprises a modern realisation, and a statement of the piece in its original specialised format.
Lyrics: Anon

A poor soul sat under a sycamore tree;
She turn'd up her eyes in the grief of her heart,
Lamenting to Roger his base treachery.
Her bumpkin stood by her and well play'd his part.
He labour'd to prove her as fickle as he;
He put it home to her with wond'rous art.