Harp On the Willow Tree



I’ll hang my harp on the Willow Tree

  And off to the wars again,

  For my peaceful home

  Has no charm for me

Nor the battle field no pain.



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  I’ll laugh and sing

Tho’ my heart may break.

I’ll flush my pale cheeks with wine,

  And if I survive it

I’ll mount my steed, and off to the 

     wars again

  For my peaceful home

  Haz no charm for me

Nor the battle field no pain.



For the lady I love will soon be

    a bride

 With a diadem on her brow

Oh!  why did she flatter my boyish pride

  She’s going to leave me now

She seem to think me a beau ideal

  Tho’ my parents were of low degree

Oh!  had I but loved with a boyish love

  It would have been better for me



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She took me away from my warlike Lord

  And gave me a silken suit

I thought no more of my Masterz sword

  Az I played on my lady’s flute

One golden tress of her hair I’ll twine

  In my helmet sabre sword

And then on the fields of Palestine

  I’ll seek an early doom

And if by the Sarycenz hand I fall

  Mid the noble and the brave

A tear from my lady love is all

  I last for a warrerz grave



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