Song III [Beneath A Weeping Willow’s Shade]
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I.
Beneath a weeping willow’s shade
She sat and sang alone;
Her hand upon her heart she load
And plaintive was her moan.
The mock bird sat upon a bough
And list’ned to her lay,
Then to the distant hills he bore
The dulcet notes away.
II.
Fond echo to her strains reply’d,
The winds her sorrows bore;
Adieu! dear youth–adieu! she cry’d,
I ne’er shall see thee more.
The mock-bird sat upon a bough
And list’ned to her lay,
Then to the distant hills he bore
The dulcet notes away.