"Let love no more boast him in palace or bower; O willow, willow, willow! For women are trothless, and fleet in an hour. O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and. "But what helps complaining? In vain I complain: O willow, willow, willow! I must patiently suffer her scorn and disdain. O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and. "Come, all you forsaken, and sit down by me, O willow, willow, willow! He that plains of his false love, mine's falser than she. O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and. "The willow wreath wear I, since my love did fleet; O willow, willow, willow! A garland for lovers forsaken most meet. O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and." PART THE SECOND. "Low laid by my sorrow, begot by disdain; O willow, willow, willow! Against her too cruel, still still I complain, O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and! "O love too injurious, to wound my poor heart! O willow, willow, willow! To suffer the triumph, and joy in my smart: O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and. "O willow, willow, willow! the willow garl-and, O willow, willow, willow! A sign of her falseness before me doth stand: O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and. "As here it doth bid to despair and to die, O willow, willow, willow! So hang it, friends, o'er me in grave where I lie: O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and. "In grave where I rest me, hang this to the view, O willow, willow, willow! Of all that do know her, to blaze her untrue. O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and. "With these words engraven, as epitaph meet, O willow, willow, willow! 'Here lies one drank poison for potion most sweet,' O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and. "Though she thus unkindly hath scorn-ed my love, O willow, willow, willow! And carelessly smiles at the sorrows I prove; O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and.