The fresh streams ran by her, and murmer'd her
moans
Sing willow, willow, willow
Her salt tears fell from her and soft'ned the
stones.
Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve
Sing willow, willow, willow
He was born to be fair, I to die for his love,
I call'd my love false love but what said he
then?
Sing willow, willow, willow
If I court more women, you'll couch with more
men.
