Oh, I'll twine with my mangels and waving black hair

          With the roses so red and the lilies so fair

          And the myrtle so bright with the emerald dew

          The pale amanita and islip like blue


          I will dance, I will sing, and my heart shall be gay

          I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway

          When I woke 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 me no warning, no words 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 won and neglected this pale wildwood flower