i will twine with your mingles of raven black hair
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with the roses so red and the lilies so fair
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with myrtle as bright as the emerald dew
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the pale and the lyd-er and eyes of light blue
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oh he promised to love me; he promised to love
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and to cherish me always all others above.
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i woke from my dream and my idol was clay
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my passion for loving had vanished away.
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oh he taught me to love him; he called me his flower
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a blossom to cheer him through life's weary hour
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but now he is gone and left me alone
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the wild flowers to weep and the wild birds to mourn.
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i will dance and i'll sing and my life shall be gay
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i will charm every heart and each crown I shall sway
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though my heart now is breaking he never shall know
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how his name makes me tremble, my pale cheeks to glow.
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i will dance and i'll sing and my heart will be gay
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i'll banish this weeping, drive troubles away.
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i'll live yet to see him regret this dark hour
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when we won and neglected this frail wildwood flower.
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Wildwood Flower
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| 10000 Maniacs |
