Oh, I'll twine with my mangoes and waving blackbird
With the roses so red and the lilies so fire
And the myrtle so bright with the emerald hue
Pale and the leader and eyes look like blue
I will dance, I will sing and my love shall be gained
I will charm every heart in his crown I will sway
When I woke from my dreaming my idols were clay
A portion of love had all flown away
Oh, he taught me to love him and call me his flower
That was blooming to cheer him through life's dreary hours
Oh, I longed to see him, regretted our care
Gone and neglected, this pale wildwood flower
