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2  Raven Black Hair



I'll twin with my ringlets of raven black hair

The roses so red, the lilies so rare,

They myrtte so bright with its emerold hue,

And the pale aramata with eyes of dark blue.



He taught me to love and he promised to love,

To cherish me always all others above;

I woke from my dreaming, my idol was day, (day)

And the passion-for-loving had faded away.



I’ll dance and I’ll sing, and my life shall be gay;

I’ll charm every heart in the crowd I array;

Through my heart it is breaking he never shall know

That his name makes me tremble, my pale cheeks to glow.



I’ll dance and I’ll sing, and my life shall be gay;

I’ll stop this wild weeping, drive sorrow away;

I shall live yet to see him regret the dark hour

That he won and neglected this poor wild wood flower.









(Edith Walker, Boone, North Carolina)