Oh, I'll twine with my mingles and wavin' black hair.
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair.
And the mirtles so bright with the emerald dew,
The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue.
I will dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay.
I will charm every heart; in each crown I will sway.
When I woke from my dreamin' my idols were clay,
All portion of love had all blown away.
Oh, he taught me to love him and promised to love,
And to cherish me over all others above.
How my heart is now wondering, no misery can tell.
He's left me, no warning no words of farewell.
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 and regret the dark hour,
He's gone and neglected his pale wildwood flower.