The Complaint of a Lover forsaken of his Love.
To a pleasant new Tune.
A Poore Soule sate sighing, by a Sicamore Tree.
O Willow, willow, willow:
His hand on his bosome, his head on his knee,
O Willow, willow, willow,
O Willow, willow, willow,
Sing O the greene Willow shall be my Garland.
He sigh'd in his singing, and after each groane
O Willow, willow, willow:
Adue to all pleasure, my true loue is gone,
O Willow, willow, willow,
O Willow, willow, willow,
Sing O the greene Willow shall be my Garland.
Oh false she is turned, vntrue she doth proue,
O Willow, willow, willow:
She renders me nothing but hate for my loue.
O Willow, willow, &c.
Sing O the greene VVillow, &c.
Oh pitty me (cride he) you Louers each one,
O Willow, &c.
Her heart's hard as Marble, she rues not my moane,
O Willow, willow, willow &c.
Sing O the greene Willow, shall be my Garland.
The cold streames ran by him, his eyes wept apace,
O willow, willow, willow:
The salt teares fell from him, which drowned his face,
O Willow, willow, &c.
Sing O the greene Willow, &c.
The mute Birds sate by him, made tame by his moane,
O Willow, &c.
The salt teares fell from him, which softned the stone,
O Willow, &c.
Sing O the greene Willow,
Let no body blame me, her scornes I doe proue,
O Willow, &c.
She was borne to be false, and I dye for her loue:
O VVillow, vvillow, &c.
Sing O the greene vvillow shalbe my Garland.
O that beauty should harbour, a heart that's so hard,
O Willow, vvillow, &c.
My true loue rejecting, without all regard:
O VVillow, &c.
Sing O the greene VVillow, &c.
Let Loue no more boast him, in Pallace or Bowre.
O VVillow, &c.
For Women are trothlesse, and fleet in an houre:
O Willow, &c.
Sing ô the greene, &c.
But what helpes complaining, in vaine I complaine,
O Willow, &c.
I must patiently suffer, her scorne and disdaine:
O VVillow, &c.
Sing O the greene, &c.
Come all you forsaken, and sit downe by me,
O VVillow, &c
He' that plaineth of his false loue, mine's falser then she:
O VVillovv, &c.
Sing O the greene, &c.
The Willow wreath weare I, since my Loue did fléet,
O VVillow, &c.
A Garland for Louers forsaken most meet:
O VVillow, VVillow, &c.
Sing ô the greene Willow shall be my Garland.
FINIS.
The second Part,
To the same Tune.
LOw layde by my sorrow, begot by disdaine,
O Willow, Willow, VVillow,
Against her, too cruell, still still I complaine:
O VVillovv, VVillovv, Willow;
O VVillovv, &c.
Sing ô the greene, &c.
O Loue too injurious, to wound my poore heart,
O Willovv, &c.
To suffer her triumph, and ioy in my smart:
O Willovv, &c.
Sing ô the greene, &c.
O Willow, Willow, Willow, the Willow Garland,
O VVillovv, &c.
A signe of her falsenesse, before me doth stand,
O VVillovv, &c.
Sing ô the greene, &c.
As heere lying payned, it stands in mine eye,
O VVillovv, &c.
So hang it (friends) ore me, in Graue where I lye:
O
VVillovv, &c.
Sing ô the greene, &c.
In Graue when I rest me, hang this to the view,
O VVillovv, &c.
Of all that doe know her, to blaze her vntrue:
O VVillovv, &c.
Sing ô the greene, &c.
With these words ingrauen, as Epitaph meete,
O VVillovv, &c.
Heere lyes one drunke Poyson, for potion most swéete:
O VVillovv, &c.
Sing O the greene, &c.
Though she thus vnkindly, haue scorned my loue,
O VVillovv, &c.
And carelesly smiles at the sorrowes I proue,
O Willovv, &c.
Sing ô the greene Willovv, &c.
I cannot against her vnkindly exclaime.
Oh VVillovv, &c.
Cause one well I loude her, and honourde her name,
O VVillovv, &c.
Sing ô the greene, &c.
The name of her sounded, so sweet in mine eare,
Oh VVillovv, &c.
It raisde my heart lightly, the name of my deare:
O VVillovv, &c.
Sing ô the greene, &c.
As then twas my comfort, it now is my griefe,
Oh VVillovv, &c.
It now brings me anguish; then, brought me reliefe:
O VVillovv, &c.
Sing ô the greene, &c.
Farewel faire, false-hearted, plaints end with my breath
Oh VVillovv, Willovv, Willovv,
Them dost loth me, I loue thée, though cause of my death
O VVillovv, Willovv, Willovv,
O VVillovv, Willovv, Willovv;
Sing O the greene Willovv shall be my Garland.
FINIS.
London, Printed by M.P. for Edward Wright at his Shop neere Christ Church gate.