Wildwood Flower

she'll twine and she'll mingle her waving black hair 
  With the roses so red and the lilies so fair 
  With miles so green like an emerald hew 
  The pale and the nature and voilet to blue 

  he promised to love her; he promised to love 
  to cherish her always, to others above. 
  she woke from her dream, and her idol was clay 
  her passion for loving had vanished away. 

  he taught her to love him; he called her his flower 
  A blossom to cheer him through life's weary hour 
  though her heart now is breaking sha'll never know 
  how his name makes her tremble, with pale cheeks to glow 

  she'll dance and she'll sing her life shall be gay 
  she'll banih his weaping, drive troubles away 
  she'll live yet to see him regret this dark hour 
  when we won and neglected this frail wildwood flower