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Oh I'll twine with my mingles and raven black hair |
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With the roses so red and the lilies so fair |
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And the mirtles so bright with the emerald dew |
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The pale and the leader whose eyes look like blue |
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Oh I will dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay |
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I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway |
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When I woke from dreaming all my idols was clay |
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All portions of love have flown all away |
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Oh he taught me to love him and promised to love |
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And to cherish me over all others above |
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How my heart now is wondering, no misery can tell |
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He's left me no warning, no words of farewell |
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Oh he taught me to love him and call me his flower |
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That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour |
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Oh how long to see him, oh I regret the dark hour |
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He's gone and neglected his pale wildwood flower |
