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'''Published:''' 1885<br>
'''Published:''' 1885<br>


'''Description:''' English Lyrics Set 1 - No. 4.<br>
'''Description:''' ''English Lyrics'' Set 1 no.4
# [[My true love hath my heart (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|My true love hath my heart]]
# [[Good night (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Good night]]
# [[Where shall the lover rest (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Where shall the lover rest]]
# [[Willow, willow, willow (Charles Hubert Hastings Parry)|Willow, willow, willow]]


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Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-04-25).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 49 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Revised 2008-6-28. File Sizes: MIDI: 7 KB, Sib4: 39 KB.
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General Information

Title: Willow, Willow, Willow
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: William Shakespeare, Othello, Act IV Scene 3

Number of voices: 1v   Voicings: Soprano solo or Tenor solo

Genre: SecularArt song

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

Published: 1885

Description: English Lyrics Set 1 no.4

  1. My true love hath my heart
  2. Good night
  3. Where shall the lover rest
  4. Willow, willow, willow

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Original text and translations

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Desdemona:
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow:
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow:
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans;
Sing willow, willow, willow;
Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;

[Lay by these:--]1

Sing willow, willow, willow;

[Prithee, hie thee; he'll come anon:-- ]1

Sing all a green willow [must be my garland.]1
Sing all a green willow;
[Let nobody blame him; his scorn I approve,-- ]1

Nay, that's not next.--Hark! who is't that knocks?

Emilia:
[ It's the wind. ]1

Desdemona:
Sing willow, willow, willow,
I call'd my love false love; but what said he then?
Sing willow, willow, willow:
[If I court moe women, you'll couch with moe men!]1
Sing willow, willow, willow.

Notes:
1 This text not set by Parry.