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Edward Smith Biggs
(d.1833)
A poor soul sat sighing
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A setting of Desdemona's song in Othello. Pub. c.1794.
Lyrics: William Shakespeare
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!
Sing O, the green willow shall be my garland.
He sighed in his singing, and after each groan,
O willow...
I'm dead to all pleasure, my true love is gone.
O willow...
The cold stream ran by him, his eyes wept apace,
O willow...
The salt tears fell from him, which drownèd his face.
O willow...
The mute birds sat by him, made tame by his moans,
O willow...
The salt tears fell from him, which softened the stones.
O willow...
Farewell my falsehearted; plaints end with my breath,
O willow...
Thou dost loath me: I love thee, the cause of my death.
O 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!
Sing O, the green willow shall be my garland.
He sighed in his singing, and after each groan,
O willow...
I'm dead to all pleasure, my true love is gone.
O willow...
The cold stream ran by him, his eyes wept apace,
O willow...
The salt tears fell from him, which drownèd his face.
O willow...
The mute birds sat by him, made tame by his moans,
O willow...
The salt tears fell from him, which softened the stones.
O willow...
Farewell my falsehearted; plaints end with my breath,
O willow...
Thou dost loath me: I love thee, the cause of my death.
O willow...