| Lyrics: | Mary On the Wild Moor
'Twas all on a cold winter's night
When the winds blew across
the wild moor,
That Mary came wand'ring along with her child,
Till she came to her own
father's door.
"O why did I leave this dear spot,
Where once I was happy and
free?
And now doomed to roam without friends or a home,
And none to take pity on
me?
"O father, dear father," she cried,
"Do come downstairs and open the
door!
For the child in my arms will perish and die
From the winds that blow 'cross the
wild moor."
But the old man was deaf to her cries,
Not a sound of her voice did he
hear,
But the watchdog did howl and tAe village bell tolled
And the winds blew across the
wild moor.
O how must the old man have felt
When he came to the door the next
morn
And found Mary dead, but the child was alive,
Closely clasped in its dead mother's
arms.
With anguish he tore his gray hair,
While the tears down his cheeks they did
roll
Saying, "There Mary died, once the gay village bride,
From the winds that blew 'cross
the wild moor."
The old man with grief pined away,
And the child to its mother went
soon;
There's no one, they say, has lived there to this day,
And the cottage to ruin has
gone.
The villagers point out the spot,
Where the willows droop over the
door,
Saying, "There Mary died, once the gay village bride,
From the winds that blew
'cross the wild moor."
From Folk-Songs of the South, Cox
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