Wildwood Flower

Oh, I'll twine with my mangles and waving black hair. With the roses so red and the lilies so fair. And the myrtle so bright with the emerald dew. The

pale and the leader and eyes look like blue.

I will dance, I will sing, and my love shall be gay.

I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway. When I woke from the dreaming, my idols was clay. All portion of love had all flown away.

Oh, he taught me to love him and promised to love. And to cherish me over all others above. How my heart feels now wandering, no misery can tell. He's

left me no warning, no words of farewell.

Oh, he taught me to love him and called me his flower. That's blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour.

Oh, I long to see him and regret the dark hour. He's one that neglected this pale wildwood flower.