Sung by: Martha Hollister
Recorded at the Leslie Homecoming, 6/13/63
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The lilies so pale and the roses so fair,
The myrtle so bright with an emerald hue,
And the pale arrownetta with eyes of bright blue.
I will dance, and I’ll sing, and I’ll be wildly gay.
I will cease this wild weeping, drive sorrow away.
Though my heart is now breaking, 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 that 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.