THE SONG OF THE GREEN WILLOW.* ALL a green willow, willow, All a green willow is my garland. Alas! by what means may I make ye to know For all a green willow is my garland! To have love and hold love, where love is so sped, From love won to love lost where lovers be led, For all a green willow is his garland! She said she did love me, and would love me still, For all a green willow is my garland! * The ballad, of which a fragment is sung by Desdemona, (Othello, Act iv. Scene iii.), derives its burthen from this song, which Mr. Halliwell observes is, perhaps, the oldest in our language with the willow burthen. There are many other songs with the same refrain of a later date. The following verse, or canto, is probably the earliest imitation of Heywood's song extant. It is extracted from an anonymous prose comedy, called Sir Gyles Goosecappe, presented by the children of the chapel, and printed in 1606. The canto winds up the piece, and the allusion to the willow bears upon a boasting Captain who is left without a bride in the end. Willow, willow, willow, Our captain goes down: His valour doth crown. We chaunt to the skies: Give courtship the prize. Now, woe with the willow, and woe with the wight No lover doth beg for this willow garland! [and all! Too ill for her think I best things may be had, Too good for me thinketh she things being most bad, All I do present her that may make her glad, All she doth present me that may make me sad; This equity have I with this willow garland! Could I forget thee, as thou canst forget me, That were my sound fault, which cannot nor shall be ; And patiently wear this willow garland! All ye that have had love, and have my like wrong, BE MERRY, FRIENDS.† E merry, friends, take ye no thought, BE For worldly cares care ye right nought; * The allmys-dish, or alms-dish, was the dish in the old halls and country houses where bread was placed for the poor. In the collection called A Book of Roxburghe Ballads, edited by Mr. Collier, there is a modernized version of this song, taken from a broadside printed soon after 1600. It contains some additional stanzas, which I have inserted in brackets to distinguish them from the version given by Mr. Halliwell. For whoso doth, when all is sought, All such as have all wealth at will, Be merry, friends! But unto such as wish and want Be merry, friends! And such as when the rest seem next, To laugh and win each man agrees, Be merry with sorrow, wise men have said, For those whom sorrows still invade, Make ye not two sorrows of one, Taking our sorrows sorrowfully, friends! Of griefs to come standing in fray, In such things as we cannot flee, Be merry, friends! To lack or lose that we would win, In loss of friends, in lack of health, Man hardly hath a richer thing Than honest mirth, the which well-spring Feeding the flowers of flourishing; * In the Roxburghe copy this verse is thus modernized : If friends be lost, then get thee more; If wealth be lost, thou still hast store- friends! ↑ This verse is omitted in the Roxburghe copy. [The loss of wealth is loss of dirt, All seasons are to him the spring, If that thy doublet has a hole in, Be merry in God, saint Paul saith plain, Be merry, friends! [Let the world slide, let the world go: And death makes equal the high and low. IDLENESS. WHAT heart can think, or tongue express, The harm that groweth of idleness? This idleness in some of us Is seen to seem a thing but slight; The total sum doth show us straight That it no tongue can well express, THE DRAMATISTS. 3 |