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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 Day
From 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 that down the river, all bloody and wild
When he on my and the room
My trembling in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the that went down my face
They 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 second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single 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 will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was 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 gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word as he above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I 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 die'
And I lent down and a rose between her teeth
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 eyes and [ . . . ]
For her lips the colour of the roses that down the river, all bloody and wild
When he on my and the room
My trembling in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the that went down my face
They 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 second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the roses grow so sweet and and free?'
On the second day he smiled with a single 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 will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my name was 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 gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word as he above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I 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 die'
And I lent down and a rose between her teeth
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