Misc Traditional – O Willo Willo Willo (Guitar Intro Tab)

Capo 5

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This is in 3/2, so to help out with rhythm, these are some general guidelines: quarter note = 1 dash after half note = 3 dashes after dotted half note = 5 dashes after half note = 7 dashes after *notes on the arrangement: the (x3) refers to the word 'willo', which repeats on the notes seen. The following verses repeat the same melody.

[Verse 1]
          The  poor soul sat sighing            by a  syc - a more tree
e|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|
B|--------0---|0-----------|------------|--------0-0-|3-----------|------------|
G|------------|------------|------------|------------|------0-2---|0-----------|
D|------------|------2-4---|2---2-------|------------|------------|------------|
A|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|
E|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|

        Sing   will-o willo will-o           With his hand in his  bos-om and his
e|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|
B|--------0---|0-----------|0---0-------|--------0-0-|3-----------|0-------0-0-|
G|------------|--------0-2-|------------|------------|----0---2---|----0-------|
D|------------|------2-----|------------|------------|------------|------------|
A|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|
E|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|

  head upon his knee   
e|------------|------------|
B|------------|------------|
G|2-----0-----|------------|
D|--------4-2-|4-----------|
A|------------|------------|
E|------------|------------|

[Chorus]
          O    willo (x3)   willo   O    willo (x3)   willo  shall be   my gar- land   Sing 
e|------------|------------|--------0---|------------|------------|------------|------------|
B|--------3---|2-0---------|------------|4-2-0-------|------------|------------|------------|
G|------------|----2-0-----|------------|------2-1---|1-------0---|------------|--------0---|
D|------------|--------4-4-|2---2-------|----------4-|----2-------|4-----2-4---|4-----------|
A|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|
E|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|

  all  a green willo        will o willo willo                Aye  me  the green will-o must
e|------------|------------|------------|------------|--------0---|------------|------------|
B|------------|0---0-------|3-----0-1---|1---1-------|------------|3-----0-1---|0-----------|
G|0-----0-2---|------------|----------2-|------------|------------|----------2-|------2-0---|
D|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|
A|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|
E|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|------------|

  be my gar - land.
e|------------|------------|------------|
B|------------|------------|------------|
G|------------|------------|------------|
D|4---2---4---|2-----------|------------|
A|------------|------------|------------|
E|------------|------------|------------|

[Verse 2] He sighed in his singing and made a great moan... Sing all a green willo, willo, willo, willo, I am dead to all pleasure, my true love she is gone... [Verse 3] The mute bird sat by him was made tame by his moans... Sing all a green willo, willo, willo, willo, The true tears fell from him, would have melted the stones... [Verse 4] Come all you forsaken and mourn you with me... Sing all a green willo, willo, willo, willo, Who speaks of a false love, mine’s falser than she... [Verse 5] Let love no more boast her in palace nor bower... Sing all a green willo, willo, willo, willo, It buds, but it blasteth ere it be a flower... [Verse 6] Though fair and more false, I die with thy wound... Sing all a green willo, willo, willo, willo, Thou hast lost the truest lover that goes upon the ground, sing... [Verse 7] Let nobody chide her, her scorns I approve... Sing all a green willo, willo, willo, willo, She was born to be false, and I to die for her love... [Verse 8] Take this for my farewell and latest adieu... Sing all a green willo, willo, willo, willo, Write this on my tomb, that in love I was true..."