Wildwood Flower

i will twine with your mingles of raven black hair
 with the roses so red and the lilies so fair
 with myrtle as bright as the emerald dew
 the pale and the lyd-er and eyes of light blue
 oh he promised to love me; he promised to love
 and to cherish me always all others above.
 i woke from my dream and my idol was clay
 my passion for loving had vanished away.
 oh he taught me to love him; he called me his flower
 a blossom to cheer him through life's weary hour
 but now he is gone and left me alone
 the wild flowers to weep and the wild birds to mourn.
 i will dance and i'll sing and my life shall be gay
 i will charm every heart and each crown I shall sway
 though my heart now is breaking he never shall know
 how his name makes me tremble, my pale cheeks to glow.
 i will dance and i'll sing and my heart will be gay
 i'll banish this weeping, drive troubles away.
 i'll live yet to see him regret this dark hour
 when we won and neglected this frail wildwood flower.