I will twine and will mingle my raven black hair
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With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
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And the myrtle so bright with an emerald hue
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The pale emanita and hyssop so blue
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Oh, he taught me to love him and called me his flower
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A blossom to cheer him through life's weary hour
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How my heart is now wondering no misery can tell
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He left me no warning no words of farewell
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I will dance I will sing and my life shall be gay
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I will charm every heart in the crowd I will sway
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Though my heart is now breaking he never shall know
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How his name makes me tremble my pale cheeks to glow
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Oh, he taught me to love him and promised to love
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And cherish me over all others above
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Oh, I long to see him and regret the dark hour
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He's gone and neglected this frail wildwood flower
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I will twine and will mingle my raven black hair
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With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
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And the myrtle so bright with an emerald hue
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The pale emanita and hyssop so blue
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Wildwood Flower
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Iris Dement |