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They call me The Wild Rose but my name was Elisa Day
Why they me it I do not know for my name was Elisa 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 grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and the room
My subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went my face
They me The but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was 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 and scarlet and free?'
On the day he with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my 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 gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word as he knelt 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 light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her
Why they me it I do not know for my name was Elisa 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 grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he came on my door and the room
My subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand, he wiped up the tears that went my face
They me The but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know for my name was 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 and scarlet and free?'
On the day he with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
'If I you the roses will you follow?'
They call me The Wild Rose but my 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 gave me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word as he knelt 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 light as a thief
As I told her goodbye, said, 'All beauty die'
And I lent down and planted a rose between her
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