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