Sweet Willy O

The pride of all nature was sweet Willy O, The first of all swains, He gladden'd the plains, None ever was like to sweet Willy O.

He sung it so rarely did sweet Willy O, He melted each maid, So skillful he play'd, No shepherd e'er pip'd like the sweet Willy O.

All Nature obey'd him, this sweet Willy O, Wherever he came, Whate'er had a name, Whenever he sung follow'd sweet Willy O,

He won'd be a soldier, this sweet Willy O, When arm'd in the field, With sword and with shield, The laurel was won by the sweet Willy O.

He charm'd 'em when living, the sweet Willy O, And when Willy dy'd, 'Twas Nature that sigh'd, To part with her all in her sweet Willy O.