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They me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling in his embrace
He be my man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the that my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they 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 beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he a single rose
Said: 'Will you give 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 Rose but my name was Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I was a muttered word as he knelt me a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All die'
And I lent and planted a rose between her teeth
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
From the day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling in his embrace
He be my man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the that my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they 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 beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he a single rose
Said: 'Will you give 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 Rose but my name was Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Day
On the third day he took me to the river
He gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I was a muttered word as he knelt me a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All die'
And I lent and planted a rose between her teeth
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