1:29:00
l would you'd never seen him.
1:29:01
So would not l!
1:29:11
Prithee...
1:29:12
...unpin me here.
1:29:32
The poor soul sat sighing
1:29:37
By a sycamore tree
1:29:45
My mother had a maid called Barbary.
1:29:47
She was in love
and he she loved proved mad...
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...and did forsake her.
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She had a song of ''Willow.''
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An old thing it was,
but it expressed her fortune.
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And she died singing it.
1:30:05
That song tonight
will not go from my mind.
1:30:10
The poor soul sat sighing
1:30:15
By a sycamore tree
1:30:20
Sing willow, willow, willow
1:30:25
Her hand on her bosom
1:30:28
Her head on her knee
1:30:32
Sing willow, willow, willow
1:30:40
Her salt tears fell from her
1:30:46
And softened the stones
1:30:51
Sing willow, willow, willow
1:30:58
So get thee gone, good night.