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O take me in your arms, love For keen doth the wind blow O take me in your arms, love For bitter is my deep woe. She hears me not, she heeds me not Nor will she listen to me While here I lie alone To die beneath the willow tree. My love hath wealth and beauty Rich suitors attend her door My love hath wealth and beauty She slights me because I am poor. The ribbon fair that bound her hair Is all that is left to me While here I lie alone To die beneath the willow tree. I once had gold and silver I thought them without end I once had gold and silver I thought I had a true friend. My wealth is lost, my friend is false My love hath he stolen from me While here I lie alone To die beneath the willow tree. |