...-der the Willow Tree. Black his hair as winter night White his skin as driven snow Red his face as morning; light Cold he lies in the grave below My Love is dead ?£c . * • . 3 ' Sweet his tongue as thrushes note Quick in dance as thought can be Deft his tabor...

...under the willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his skin as the summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the...love is dead, Gone to his deathbed, All under the willow tree. Hark ! the raven flaps his wing, In the briar'd dell below; Hark ! the death-owl loud...

...under the willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his skin as the summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the...love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Hark ! the raven flaps his wing, In the brier'd dell below ; Hark ! the death-owl loud...

...the willow-tree. Black his hair as winter night, White his throat as summer snow, Red his cheek as morning light, Cold he lies in the grave below : My love is dead, &c. Sweet his tongue as throstle's note, Quick in dance as thought was he, Deft his tabor, cudgel stout,...

...willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night ; White his rode [complexion] as the summer snow ; Red his face as the morning light ; Cold he lies in the...love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Hark ! the raven Baps his wiug In the briard dell below ; Hark! the death-owl loud doth...

...Kouud hie holy corse to gre ; (3) Ouphante (4) fairy, light your fires, Here my body still shall be. \ Come with acora cup and thorn, Dniin my heart's blood all away ; Life and all its good I scorn, Dance...

...under the willow tree. Black his hair as the summer night, White his brow as the winter snow, Red hia face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the grave...love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note, Quirk in the dance as thought can be — Deft...

...Drain my [pure] heart's blood away ; Life and all its goods I scorn, Dance by night, or feast by day. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. 1 die, I come ; my true love waits. Thus the damsel spake, and died. This is a part of the minstrel's...

...All under the willow tree. Black his hair as the summer night, White his brow as the winter enow, Red his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the...love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Sweet his tonrnc as the throstle's note, Quirk in the dance ЛА thought can be — Deft...

...willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night ; White his rode [complexion] as the summer snow ; Red his face as the morning light ; Cold he lies in the...love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. ' Hark ! the raven flaps his wing In the briard dell below ; Hark ! the death-owl loud...