Tit-Willow

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