TESTO DEL LIED
"The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree"di William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Desdemona
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow:
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow:
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans;
Sing willow, willow, willow;
Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;
Lay by these:--
Sing willow, willow, willow;
Prithee, hie thee; he'll come anon:--
Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
Sing all a green willow;
Let nobody blame him; his scorn I approve,-
Nay, that's not next.--Hark! who is't that knocks?
Emilia:
It's the wind.
Desdemona:
Sing willow, willow, willow,
I call'd my love false love; but what said he then?
Sing willow, willow, willow:
If I court moe women, you'll couch with moe men!
Sing willow, willow, willow,