She. "King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown, He held them sixpence all too dear; Therefore he called the tailor lown. He was a wight of high renown, And thou's but of a low degree: It's pride that puts this country down; Man, take thine old cloak about thee." He. Bell my wife she loves not strife, Yet she will lead me if she can; And oft, to live a quiet life, I am forced to yield, though I'm good-man; It's not for a man with a woman to threap, Unless he first gave o'er the plea: As we began we now will leave, And I'll take mine old cloak about me. WILLOW, WILLOW, WILLOW. A poor soul sat sighing under a sycamore tree; "O willow, willow, willow!" With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee: "O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and." He sighed in his singing, and after each groan, "Come willow, willow, willow! I am dead to all pleasure, my true-love is gone; O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and. "My love she is turned; untrue she doth prove: O willow, willow, willow! She renders me nothing but hate for my love. O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and. "O pity me," cried he, "ye lovers, each one; O willow, willow, willow! Her heart's hard as marble; she rues not my moan. O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and." The cold streams ran by him, his eyes wept apace; "O willow, willow, willow!" The salt tears fell from him, which drown-ed his face: "O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and." The mute birds sat by him, made tame by his moans: "O willow, willow, willow!" The salt tears fell from him, which softened the stones. "O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and. "Let nobody blame me, her scorns I do prove; O willow, willow, willow! She was born to be fair; I, to die for her love. O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and. "O that beauty should harbour a heart that's so hard! Sing willow, willow, willow! My true love rejecting without all regard. O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and.