Lyr. Add: UNDER THE WILLOW TREE (Belden B)

My heart is broken, I am sorry,
Over the one that I love.
I know that I shall never see her
Unless we meet in heaven above.

Chorus:
Bury me beneath the willow,
Beneath the weeping willow tree,
And when she knows that I am sleeping
Perhaps she'll sometimes think of me.

Once she told me that she loved me;
How could I think her untrue
Until an angel whispered softly,
'Oh, she does not care for you'?

Tomorrow is our wedding day.
Where, oh, where is she?
She's gone to love another fellow.
Oh, she does not care for me.

Secured in 1909. Role of sexes reversed.
Version B, H. M. Belden, Ballads and Songs Collected by the Missouri Folk-Lore Society, p. 483.