Wildwood Flower

Notation: legacy / lyric song
PDF Files: Joseph Webster/Maud Irving

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I'll twine 'mid the ringlets of my raven black hair,
The lilies so pale and the roses so fair,
The myrtle so bright with an emerald hue,
And the pale aronatus with eyes of bright blue.

I'll sing, and I'll dance, my laugh shall be gay,
I'll cease this wild weeping drive sorrow away,
Tho' my heart is now breaking, he never shall know,
That his name made me tremble and my pale cheek to glow.

I'll think of him never I'll be wildly gay,
I'll charm ev'ry heart and the crowd I will sway,
I'll live yet to see him regret the dark hour
When he won, then neglected, the frail wildwood flower.

He told me he loved me, and promis'd to love,
Through ill and misfortune, all others above,
Another has won him, ah! misery to tell;
He left me in silence, no word of farewell!

He taught me to love him, he call'd me his flower
That blossom'd for him all the brighter each hour;
But I woke from my dreaming, my idol was clay;
My visions of love have all faded away.
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I'll Twine 'Mid the Ringlets
(Maud Irving and J.P. Webster)

I'll twine 'mid the ringlets of my raven black hair
The lilies so pale and the roses so fair
The myrtle so bright with an emerald hue
And the pale aronatus with eyes of bright blue.

I'll sing and I'll dance, my laugh shall be gay
I'll cease this wild weeping, drive sorrow away.
Tho' my heart is now breaking, he never shall know
That his name made me tremble and my pale cheeks to glow.

I'll think of him never, I'll be wildly gay
I'll charm ev'ry heart, and the crowd I will sway.
I'll live yet to see him regret the dark hour
When he won, then neglected, the frail wildwood flower.

He told me he loved me, and promised to love
Through ill and misfortune, all others above
Another has won him, ah! mis'ry to tell
He left me in silence, no word of farewell.

He taught me to love him, he call'd me his flower
That blossom'd for him all the brighter each hour
But I woke from my dreaming, my idol was clay
My visions of love have all faded away.

Note: Dated 1860. As far as we can tell, this is the original.

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