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They me The Wild but my name was Day
Why they me it I do not know for my was Day
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 that grew down the river, all bloody and wild
he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not know for my was Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you the roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled with 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 roses will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why me it I do not know 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 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 wind as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All die'
And I down and a between her teeth
Why they me it I do not know for my was Day
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 that grew down the river, all bloody and wild
he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not know for my was Day
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you the roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled with 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 roses will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why me it I do not know 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 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 wind as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All die'
And I down and a between her teeth
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