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They me The Wild but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not know for my 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 of the roses grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears went down my face
They call me The Wild but my name was Day
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the roses so and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he a rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Day
On the day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
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 her
Why they me it I do not know for my 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 of the roses grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a hand, he wiped up the tears went down my face
They call me The Wild but my name was Day
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you where the roses so and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he a rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not for my name was Day
On the day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered as he knelt above me with a rock in his fist
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 her
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