I will twine, I will mingle my raven black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
And the myrtle so bright with it's emerald hue
The pale and the leader and eyes look like blue
I will dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay
I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway
When I awoke from my dreaming my idol was clay
All portion of love had all flown away
Oh he taught me to love him and promised to love
And to cherish me over all others above
How my heart is now wondering no misery can tell
He's left with no warning, no word of farewell
Oh, he taught me to love him and called me his flower
That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hour
Oh, I long to see him and regret the dark hour
He's one that neglected this pale wildwood flower.
Writer/s: CARTER, A.P.