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