| I will twine mid my ringlets of raven black hair
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| The lilies so pale and the roses so fair
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| And the myrtle so bright with an emerald hue
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| The pale amaryllis and violets so blue
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| I will dance I will sing and my laugh will be gay
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| I’ll cease this wild weeping drive sorrow away
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| Tho my heart is now breaking, he’ll never know
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| His name made me tremble, my pale cheeks to glow
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| He told me he loved me and promised to love
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| Through ill and misfortunes all others above
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| Now another has won him, oh misery to tell
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| He left me in silence no word of farewell
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| He taught me to love him, he called me his flower
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| That blossomed for him all the brighter each hour
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| But I awoke from my dreaming, my idol was clay
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| My visions of love have all faded away
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| I’ll think of him never, I’ll be wildly gay
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| I’ll charm every heart and the crowd I will sway
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| I’ll live yet to see him regret the dark hour
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| He won and neglected the frail wildwood flower |