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 emanita and the hyssop so blue      I will dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay   I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway   I woke from my dreaming, my idol was clay   All portions of loving had all flown away      But he taught me to love him and promised to love   And to cherish me over all others above   My poor heart is wondering no misery can tell   He left with no warning, no word of farewell      Well you told me you love me and called me your flower   That was blooming to cheer you through life's dreary hour   I live to see him regret life's dark hour   He's gone and neglected this pale wildwood flower