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They call me The Wild Rose but my name Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the that grew down the river, all bloody and
When he came on my door and entered the
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful he wiped up the tears that went down my
They call me The Wild Rose but my name Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word as he knelt above me with a rock in his
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the that grew down the river, all bloody and
When he came on my door and entered the
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful he wiped up the tears that went down my
They call me The Wild Rose but my name Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the day he smiled with a single rose
Said: 'Will you me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word as he knelt above me with a rock in his
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty must die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her
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