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A Poore Soule Sat Sighing Under A Sycamore Tree; Oh Willow, Willow, Willow!
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A poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree;
Oh willow, willow, willow!
With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee,
Oh willow, willow, willow!
-- Thomas Percy (1728-1811)
-- Willow, willow, willow
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