The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree
Sing all a green willow:
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee
Sing willow, willow, willow:
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans;
Sing willow, willow, willow;
Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;
Sing willow, willow, willow;
Sing all a green willow must be my garland
1916 • Songs of Farewell
1874 • A Garland of Shakesperian and Other Old-Fashioned Songs
1874 • A Garland of Shakesperian and Other Old-Fashioned Songs
1874 • A Garland of Shakesperian and Other Old-Fashioned Songs
1885 • English Lyrics, First Set
1886 • English Lyrics, Second Set
1895 • English Lyrics, Third Set
1895 • English Lyrics, Third Set
1897 • Six Modern Lyrics
1897 • English Lyrics, Fourth Set
1897 • English Lyrics, Fourth Set
1897 • English Lyrics, Fourth Set