Sung by: Martha Hollister
Recorded in Mountain View, AR 4/20/63

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. . . and I’ll be wildly gay.
I will cease this wild weeping, drive sorrow away.
Though my heart is now aching, he never shall know
How his name makes me tremble, my pale cheeks to glow.

I will dance and I’ll sing and my laugh shall be gay.
I will charm every heart, and the crowd I will sway.
I will live yet to see him regret the dark hour
That he won and neglected this frail wildwood flower.

He told me he loved me and promised to love,
Through ills and misfortunes, all others above.
Though another has won him, the misery to tell,
He has left me in silence with words of farewell.

He told me he loved me and called me his flower.
That blossomed for him all the brighter each hour.
When I woke from my dreaming my idol was clay,
And my visions of love had all vanished away.

Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #798.

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