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Chicken

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Dec 16, 1998, 3:00:00 AM12/16/98
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Looking for lyrics for "Wildwood Flower" - not the version done by
Mother Maybelle Carter -


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Chicken

Dan Calder

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Dec 16, 1998, 3:00:00 AM12/16/98
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Homer & Jethro did a version:

Oh, my flower of the wildwood was skinny and tall
If not for her adam's apple, she'd have no shape at all
I can still see her now, sitting under the trees
Tying knots in her stockings, so it'd look like she had knees.

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Chicken

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Dec 17, 1998, 3:00:00 AM12/17/98
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That's not the version I was looking for but thanks for trying.
It had something about a rose covered bower ...
.... my fair wildwood flower
maybe done by some family (but not the Carter family)

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Chicken

clover

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Dec 20, 1998, 3:00:00 AM12/20/98
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Hi! I know a song called "Wildwood flower" sang by Joan Baez which says
somethimg like "...my poor heart is wondering no misery can tell / he left
me no one and no words of farewell..." Try to check here:
http://www.lyrics.ch/query/get?s=77581 and if
you get it, please, send me a copy at ilaria @ uol.it

Thank you!!! Clover

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Valerie L. Magee

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Dec 20, 1998, 3:00:00 AM12/20/98
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Clover, I don't get that song when I click on your link. Can't find it at all
in the ILS. I did find one version, but without the verse you quote. It is the
same tune, as I too recall the Joan Baez version. If anyone is really going
nuts, I suppose I can play my old record and transcribe her version. Here is
the link for the Mudcat Cafe version:

http://www.mudcat.org/cgi-shl/as_web.exe?Spring98+D+11759840

And here are the lyrics from there, in case you are "browser challenged":

WILDWOOD FLOWER

I will twine and will mingle my waving black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
The myrtle so green of an emerald hue
The pale emanita and violets of blue

Oh he promised to love me, he promised to love
To cherish me always all others above
I woke from my dream and my idol was clay
My passion for loving had vanished away

Oh he taught me to love him, he called me his flower
A blossom to cheer him through life's weary hour
But now he has gone and left him alone
The wild flowers to weep and the wild birds to moan

I'll dance and I'll sing and my life shall be gay
I'll charm every heart in the crowd I survey
Though my heart now is breaking, he shall never know
How 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 banish this weeping, drive troubles away
I'll live yet to see him, regret this dark hour
When he won and neglected his frail wildwood flower

clover wrote:

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