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Tit-Willow - Martyn Green
Written by：Arthur Sullivan/William Gilbert
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 'twas blighted affection that made him exclaim
Oh willow tit willow tit willow
And if you remain callous and obdurate I
Shall perish as he did and you will know why
Though I probably shall not exclaim as I die
Oh willow tit willow tit willow
