Part 11

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.

"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.

"I cannot against her unkindly exclaim, O willow, willow, willow! 'Cause once well I loved her, and honoured her name: O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and.

"The name of her sounded so sweet in mine ear, O willow, willow, willow! It raised my heart lightly, the name of my dear; O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and.

"As then 'twas my comfort, it now is my grief; O willow, willow, willow! It now brings me anguish; then brought me relief. O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and.

"Farewell, fair false-hearted: plaints end with my breath! O willow, willow, willow! Thou dost loathe me, I love thee, though cause of my death. O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garl-and."

THE LITTLE WEE MAN.

As I gaed out to tak the air Between Midmar and bonny Craigha', There I met a little wee man, The less o' him I never saw.