MARY ON THE WILD MOORE

IT WAS ON ONE COLD WINTERS NIGHT

WHEN THE WINDS BLUE ACROSSE THE WILD MOORE

POOR MARY CAME WONDERING HOME WITH HER CHILD

AND SHE CAME TO HER OWN FATHERS DOOR

OOOH FATHER DEAR FATHER SHE CRIED

PLEASE  COME DOWN AND OPEN THE DOOR

 FOR THIS CHILD IN MY ARMS IT WILL PURISH AND DIE

 FROM THE WINDS THAT BLOW CROSS THE WILD MOORE

OOH WHY DID I LEAVE THIS FAIR SPOT

WHERE I ONCE WAS SO HAPPY AND FREE

I AM NOW DOOMED TO ROAM WITHOUT FRIENDS OR A HOME

AND NO ONE TO TAKE PITY ON ME

BUT HER FATHER WAS DEAF TO HER CRIES

NOT A SOUND OF HER VOICE DID HE HERE

DOUGH THE WATECDOGS DID HOWL AND THE

VILLAGE BELLS TOLD AND THE WINDS BLEW ACROSS THE WILD MOORE

OOH HOW THE OLD MAN MUST HAVE FELT

WHEN HE CAME TO HIS DOOR THE NEXT MORN

AND HE FOUND MARY DEAD BUT THE CHIL STILL ALIVE

CLUTCHED IN HIS DEAD  MOTHERS ARMS

IN ANGUISH  HE TORE  HIS GRAY HAIR

WHILE THE TEARS DOWN HIS CHEEKS THEY DID FLOW

WHEN HE SAW HOW THAT NIGHT SHE HAD PURISHED AND DIED

BY THE WINDS THAT BLOW ACROSSE THE WILD MOORE

IN GRIEF THE OLD MAN PASSED AWAY

AND THE CHILD IN ITS FATHER LESS ROOM

NOT NO ONE THEY SAY HAS BEEN THERE TO THAT DAY

AND THE COTTAGE HAS GONE ALL TO RUIN

BUT THE VILLAGERS POINT OUT THE SPOTS

WHERE THE WILLOWS HANG OVER THE DOOR

SAYING WHERE MARY DIED ONCE AGAIN NOW WILLIE CRIED

AND THE WINDS BLEW ACROSS THE WILD MOORE

AND THE WINDS BLEW ACROSS THE WILD MOORE