Standard (EADGBE)
I will twine and will mingle my raven black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
And the myrtle so green of an emerald hue
And the pale emanita and islip so blue
Oh he promised to love me, he promised to love
And 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 has gone and left me alone
The wild flowers to weep and the wild birds to moan
I'll dance and I'll sing and my life will be gay
I'll banish this weeping, drive troubles away
I'll live yet to see him regret this dark hour
When he won and neglected this frail wildwood flower.
Jim