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me The Wild Rose but my was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
the first day I met her I she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the roses that 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 be my first man, and with a careful hand, he up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Day
On the day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
They 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 me the roses and we kissed
And the last 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 beauty must die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was Elisa Day
the first day I met her I she was the one
As she [ . . . ] in my eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips were the colour of the roses that 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 be my first man, and with a careful hand, he up the tears that went down my face
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my was Day
On the day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the roses grow so sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he smiled a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
They 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 me the roses and we kissed
And the last 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 beauty must die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
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