278 VOICES FKOM THE WOODLANDS. 



" He sighed in his singing, and after each groan 



Came willow ; 



I am dead to all pleasure, my true love is gone ; 

 Sing 0, the green willow. 



" The mute birds sat by him, made tame by his moans ; 



O willow ; 



The salt tears fell from him, which softened the stones, 

 Sing 0, the green willow. 



" Come, all you forsaken, and sit down by me, 



O willow; 



He that complains of his false love, mine's falser than she. 

 Sing 0, the green willow." 



A small black-letter collection of ancient poetry, entitled 

 the ' Golden Garland of Princely Delights/ contains an old 

 pastoral dialogue, which has also reference to the willow. 



" Witty. How now, shepherde, what meanes that ? 

 Why that willow in thy hat ? 

 Why thy scarffes of red and yellowe 

 Turned to branches of green willowe ? 



" Cuddy.- They are changed, and so am I, 

 Sorrowes live, but pleasures die ; 

 Phillis hath forsaken mee ; 

 Which makes me wear the willowe-tree." 



