| I will twine n will mingle my Raven Black hair
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| with the rose so red and the lilies so fair
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| and the Myrtle so bright with an emerald hue
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| the pale emanita and hyssop so blue
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| oh, he taught me to love him and called me his flower
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| a blossom to cheer him through life weary hour
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| how my heart is now wondering no misery can tell
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| he left me no warning no word of farewell
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| I will dance I will sing and my life shall be gay
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| I will charm every heart in the crowd I will sway
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| thought my heart is now breaking he never shall know
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| how his name makes me tremble my pale cheeks to grow
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| oh, he tough me to love him and promised to love
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| and cherish me over all other above
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| oh, I long to see him and regret the dark hour
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| he gone and neglected this frail wild wood flower
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| I will twine and will mingle my Raven black hair
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| with the rose so red and the lilies so fair
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| and the Myrtle so bright with a emerald hue
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| the pale emanita and hyssop so blue. |