This version I learned comes from the Ozark Folksong Collection. It was collected by Mary Celestia Parler from Inez Gibson in Fayetteville, AR, May 18, 1959 and appears on Reel 311, Item 7.

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Lyrics:

Chorus:
Then bury me beneath the willow,
‘Neath the weeping willow tree,
And when he learns where I am sleeping,
Then perhaps he’ll think of me.

My heart is sad and I am lonely,
Weeping for the one I love,
He’s gone, he’s gone to seek another,
He no longer cares for me.

Tomorrow was to be our wedding,
But, O Lord, where is he?
He’s gone, he’s gone to seek another,
He no longer cares for me.

When he told me he no longer loved me,
I could not believe it true,
Until an angel whispered softly,
He no longer cares for you.