Beneath a weeping willow's shade

Beneath a weeping willow's shade,

She sat and sang alone;

Her Hand upon her Heart she laid,

And plaintive was her moan.

The mockbird sat upon a Bough

And listen'd to her Lay;

Then to the distant Hills he bore

The dulcet notes away.

Fond echo to her Strains reply'd,

The Winds her Sorrows bore;

Adieu, dear youth, Adieu, she cry'd,

I ne'er shall see thee more.

The mockbird sat upon a Bough

And listen'd to her Lay;

Then to the distant Hills he bore

The dulcet notes away.