Lyrics

On a tree by a river a little tom-tit Sang "Willow, tit willow, tit willow" And I said "little 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 beat on his breast as he perched on his 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 threw himself into a billowy wave And an echo arose from his suicide's grave "Oh, willow, tit willow, tit willow" Now I feel just as sure as I'm sure that my name's Not Willow, tit willow, tit willow It was 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"