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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
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the roses grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and a careful hand, he up the tears that went down my face
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 day I her a flower
She was beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he 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 roses will 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 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 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 her goodbye, said, 'All beauty die'
And I lent down and a rose between her
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Day
From the first day I met her I knew she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the roses grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and a careful hand, he up the tears that went down my face
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 day I her a flower
She was beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he 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 roses will 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 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 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 her goodbye, said, 'All beauty die'
And I lent down and a rose between her
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