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They me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the roses that grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My subsided in his embrace
He would be my first man, and a careful hand, he wiped up the tears went my face
me The Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the day he 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 you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last I was a muttered word as he above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the 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 teeth
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the roses that grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My subsided in his embrace
He would be my first man, and a careful hand, he wiped up the tears went my face
me The Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Day
On the second day I her a flower
She was beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the wild roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the day he 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 you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last I was a muttered word as he above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the 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 teeth
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