The Bab Ballads, with Which Are Included Songs of a Savoyard

by W. S. Gilbert

With a shake of his poor little head he replied,

"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!"

He slapped at his chest, as he sat on that bough,

Singing "Willow, titwillow, titwillow!"

And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow,

Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!

He sobbed and he sighed, and a gurgle he gave,

Then he threw himself into the billowy wave,

And an echo arose from the suicide's grave—