He sigh'd in his singing, and after each grone, _Come willow, &c._ "I am dead to all pleasure, my true-love is gone. _O willow, &c._ 10 _Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland._ "My love she is turned; untrue she doth prove; _O willow, &c._ She renders me nothing but hate for my love. _O willow, &c._ 15 _Sing, O the greene willow, &c._ "O pitty me," cried he, "ye lovers, each one; _O willow, &c._ Her heart's hard as marble; she rues not my mone. _O willow, &c._ 20 _Sing, O the greene willow, &c."_ The cold streams ran by him, his eyes wept apace; _O willow, &c._ The salt tears fell from him, which drowned his face. _O willow, &c._ 25 _Sing, O the greene willow, &c._ The mute birds sate by him, made tame by his mones; _O willow, &c._ The salt tears fell from him, which softened the stones. _O willow, &c._ 30 _Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland._ "Let nobody blame me, her scornes I do prove; _O willow, &c._ She was borne to be faire; I, to die for her love. _O willow, &c._ 35 _Sing, O the greene willow, &c._ "O that beauty should harbour a heart that's so hard! _Sing willow, &c._ My true love rejecting without all regard. _O willow, &c._ 40 _Sing, O the greene willow, &c._ "Let love no more boast him in palace or bower; _O willow, &c._ For women are trothles, and flote in an houre. _O willow, &c._ 45 _Sing, O the greene willow, &c._ "But what helps complaining? In vaine I complaine: _O willow, &c._ I must patiently suffer her scorne and disdaine. _O willow, &c._ 50 _Sing, O the greene willow, &c._ "Come, all you forsaken, and sit down by me, _O willow, &c._ He that 'plaines of his false love, mine's falser than she. _O willow, &c._ 55 _Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland._ "The willow wreath weare I, since my love did fleet; _O willow, &c._ A garland for lovers forsaken most meete. _O willow, &c._ 60 _Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland!_" PART THE SECOND.