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They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Day
From the first day I met her I she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips the colour of the that grew the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my man, and with a careful hand, he up the tears that went down 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 Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses so and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he with 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 you follow?'
They me The Wild Rose but my name was 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 thing I heard was a muttered word 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 must die'
And I lent and planted a rose between her teeth
Why call me it I do not know for my name was Day
From the first day I met her I she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips the colour of the that grew the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my man, and with a careful hand, he up the tears that went down 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 Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses so and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he with 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 you follow?'
They me The Wild Rose but my name was 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 thing I heard was a muttered word 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 must die'
And I lent and planted a rose between her teeth
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