Wildwood Flower

I will twine and will mingle my raven black hair

With the roses so red and the lilies so fair

And the myrtle so bright with the emerald hue

The pale amanita and his sop so blue

I will dance, I will sing, and my laugh shall be gay.

I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway.

When I woke from my dreaming, idols were clay.

All portion of love had then all flown away.

Oh, he taught me to love him and called me his flower

that was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour.

How I long to see him, regret the dark hour.

He's gone and neglected this pale wildwood flower.