Oh, take me to your arms, love, for we, alas! must part;
Oh, take me to your arms, love, the pain is at my heart.
She hears me not, she cares not, but coldly keeps from me,
While here I lie, alone to die, beneath the willow tree.

My love has blooming beauty, my cheek is deadly wan;
My love has countless riches, my gallant fortunes’s gone.
This ribbon fair, that bound her hair, is all that’s left to me,
While here I lie, alone to die, beneath the willow tree.

I once had gold and silver I thought would never end:
I once had gold and silver, and I thought I had a friend:
My wealth is sped, my friend is fled and stol’n my love from me;
While here I lie, alone to die, beneath the willow tree.