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The Mikado: Willow Tit Willow - London Savoyard Orchestra/Martyn Green/James Pease/Karl Brock
On a tree by a river a little tom-tit
Sang willow tit willow tit willow
And I said to him Dicky-bird
Why do you sit
Singing willow tit willow tit willow
Is it weakness of intellect birdie I cried
Or a rather tough worm in your little inside
With a shake of his poor little head he replied
Oh willow tit willow tit willow
He slapped at his chest
As he sat on that bough
Singing willow tit willow tit willow
And a cold perspiration bespangled his brow
Oh willow tit willow tit willow
He sobbed and he sighed
And a gurgle he gave
Then he plunged himself
Into the billowy wave
And an echo arose
From the suicide's grave
Oh willow tit willow tit willow
Now I feel just as sure
As I'm sure that my name
Isn't willow tit willow tit willow
That was blighted affection
That made him exclaim
Oh willow tit willow tit willow
And if you remain callous and obdurate I
Shall perish as I did
And you will know why
Though I probably shall not exclaim
As I die
Oh willow tit willow tit willow
