Bury me beneath the willow,
Under the weeping willow tree,
So she will know where I am sleeping,
And perhaps she'll weep for me.
My heart is sad I am lonely,
For the only one I love,
When shall I see her, oh no never,
'til we meet in heaven above.
She told me that she dearly loved me,
How-could I believe it untrue,
Until the angels softly whispered,
She will prove untrue to you.
Tomorrow was our wedding day,
G-d, oh G-d where can she be,
She's gone, she's gone to wed another,
She no longer cares for me.
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