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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Songs and Their Settings
Desdemona’s Last Song
By William Shakespeare (1564–1616)
 
From ‘Othello

DESDEMONA  [singing]—
    A 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 murmured her moans;        5
            Sing willow, willow, willow;
Her salt tears fell from her, and softened the stones.—
 
Lay by these.—
 
            Sing willow, willow, willow.—
 
Pr’ythee, hie thee; he’ll come anon.—        10
 
        Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
        Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve,—
 
Nay, that’s not next.—Hark! who is it that knocks?
  Emilia—It is the wind.
  Desdemona
I called my love false love; but what said he then?
        15
            Sing willow, willow, willow:
    If I court no women, you’ll couch with no men.
 
 
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