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I must patiently suffer her scorne and disdaine.
O willowe, &c.

Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland.

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

O willow,

&c.

He that 'plaines of his false love, mine's falser than she. O willow, &c.

Sing, O the greene willow, &c.

The willow wreath weare I, since my love did fleet;

O willow, &c.

A Garland for lovers forsaken most meete.

O willow, &c.

Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland!

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PART THE SECOND.

Lowe lay'd by my sorrow, begot by disdaine;
O willow, willow, willow!

Against her too cruell, still still I complaine,
O willow, willow, willow!

O willow, willow, willow!

Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland!

O love too injurious, to wound my poore heart!
O willow, &c.

To suffer the triumph, and joy in my smart:
O willow, &c.

Sing, O the greene willow, &c.

O willow, willow, willow! the willow garland,
O willow, &c.

A sign of her falsenesse before me doth stand:

O willow, &c.

Sing, O the greene willow, &c.

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As here it doth bid to despair and to dye,

O willow, &c.

So hang it, friends, ore me in grave where I lye:

O willow, &c.

Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland.

In grave where I rest mee, hang this to the view,
O willow, &c.

Of all that doe knowe her, to blaze her untrue.

O willow,

&c.

Sing, O the greene willow, &c.

With these words engraven, as epitaph meet,
O willow, &c.

"Here lyes one, drank poyson for potion most sweet."

O willow, &c.

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Cause once well I loved her, and honoured her name:

O willow, &c.

Sing, O the greene willow, &c.

The name of her sounded so sweete in mine eare,

O willow, &c.

It rays'd my heart lightly, the name of my deare;

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As then 'twas my comfort, it now is my griefe;

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It now brings me anguish, then brought me reliefe.
O willow, &c.

Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland!

Farewell, faire false hearted: plaints end with my breath! O willow, willow, willow!

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Thou dost loath me, I love thee, though cause of my death. O willow, willow, willow!

O willow, willow, willow!

Sing, O the greene willow shall be my garland.

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Sir Lancelot Du Lake.

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THIS ballad is quoted in Shakspeare's Second Part of Henry IV. act ii. sc. 4. The subject of it is taken from the ancient romance of King Arthur, (commonly called Morte Arthur,) being a poetical translation of chap. cviii. cix. cx. in Part 1st, as they stand in ed. 1634, 4to. In the older editions the chapters are differently numbered. This song is given from a printed copy, corrected in part by a fragment in the editor's folio MS.

In the same Play of 2 Henry IV., Silence hums a scrap of one of the old ballads of Robin Hood. It is taken from the following stanza of Robin Hood and the Pindar of Wakefield.

All this beheard three wighty yeomen,
'Twas Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John:
With that they espyd the Jolly Pindàr
As he sate under a thorne.

That ballad may be found on every stall, and therefore is not here reprinted.

WHEN Arthur first in court began,

And was approved king,

By force of armes great victoryes wanne,

And conquest home did bring.

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When he had rested him a while

In play, and game, and sportt,
He said he wold goe prove himselfe
In some adventurous sort.

He armed rode in forrest wide,
And met a damsell faire,

Who told him of adventures great,
Whereto he gave good eare.

Such wold I find, quoth Lancelott:
For that cause came I hither.

Thou seemst, quoth she, a knight full good,
And I will bring thee thither.

Wheras a mighty knight doth dwell,

That now is of great fame:

Therfore tell me what wight thou art,
And what may be thy name.

"My name is Lancelot du Lake.”

Quoth she, it likes me than:

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Ver. 18, to sportt. MS. V. 29, where is often used by our old writers for whereas: here it is just the contrary.

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That's over much, quoth Lancelott tho,
Defend thee by and by.

They sett their speares unto their steeds,
And each att other flye.

Percy. I.

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