Singing ‘willow, titwillow, titwillow?’
Your love will return ere the sun will have set,
Your honeymoon scarce is completed, and yet
With a shake of your head you reply in a pet,
“Oh willow, titwillow, titwillow!”
But alas! she had wedded for love, not for pelf,
Oh willow, titwillow, titwillow!
So she had to get through all the washing herself,
Oh willow, titwillow, titwillow!
She sobbed and she sighed, and a gurgle she gave,