Sung by: Mrs. Roger Moody
Recorded by Gary Warmbrod (?), Southwestern Folklore class
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Mrs. Moody: "'The Wildwood Flower.'"
Oh, I'll swine with the ringlets of my raven black hair
With the roses so red, and the lilies so fair,
And the myrtle so bright, like the emerald dew,
And pale was the leader, and eyes were so blue.
I will dance, I will sing, and my laugh shall be gay.
I will charm every heart, and his crown I will sway.
When I woke from my dreaming, my idols were clay,
All portions of love had all flown away.
Oh, he taught me to love him and promised to love
And to cherish me over all others above.
How my heart is now wondering, no misery can tell.
He's left me now warning, no words of farewell.
Oh, he taught me to love him and called me his flower
That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hours.
Oh, I long now to see him regret the dark hour
He's gone and neglected this pale wildwood flower.
GW: "Before we end this interview, Mr. Moody's gonna tell us a little bit about the history of his singing, how long he's been singing and just about anything else he'd like to tell us. Mr. Moody?"
Mr. Moody: "Oh, mercy, man. We've been playing several years here in the old hills of the Ozarks, and this is our first year with the Rackensack Society. We have been playing for a good number of many years, but we've been waiting 'til our kids could grow up so we could raise our own band. So, to whom this may concern, we hope you enjoy it there. Appreciate it."
Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #798.