Sing all a green willow – Shakespeare’s cut

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Anonimo (sec. XVI-XVII): The Willow Song. Duo Mignarda: Donna Stewart, voce; Ron Andrico, liuto.

The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
?Sing willow, willow, willow,
With his hand in his bosom and his head upon his knee,
?O willow willow willow shall be my garland.

??Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow;
??Aye me the green willow must be my garland!

He sighed to his singing, and made a great moan:
I am dead to all pleasure, my true love she is gone.

The mute bird sat by him was made tame by his moans,
The true tears fell from him would have melted the stones.

Come all you forsaken and mourn you with me.
Who speaks of a false love, mine’s falser than she.

Let love no more boast her in palace nor bower.
It buds, but it blasteth ere it be a flower.


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