The willow tree

Oh, take me to your arms, love, for we, alas! must part;

Oh, take me to your arms, love, the pain is at my heart.

She hears me not, she cares not, but coldly keeps from me,

While here I lie, alone to die, beneath the willow tree.

My love has blooming beauty, my cheek is deadly wan;

My love has countless riches, my gallant fortunes's gone.

This ribbon fair, that bound her hair, is all that's left to me,

While here I lie, alone to die, beneath the willow tree.

I once had gold and silver I thought would never end:

I once had gold and silver, and I thought I had a friend:

My wealth is sped, my friend is fled and stol'n my love from me;

While here I lie, alone to die, beneath the willow tree.