Mary Of The Wild Moor

Was on a cold winter’s night

And the wind blew across the wild moor

As poor Mary came wandering home with her child

Till she came to her own father’s door

Oh father dear father she cried

Come down and open the door

Or this child in my arms will perish and die

From the winds that blow across the wild moor

Her father was deaf to her cry

Not a sound of her voice did he hear

For the watch dogs did howl and the village bells tolled

And the winds blew across the wild moor

Oh how the old man must have felt

When he came to the door the next morn’

And found Mary dead but the child still alive

Closely clasped in it’s dead mother’s arms

In anguish he tore his gray hair

While the tears down his cheeks they did pour

Then he saw that Mary died the gay village bride

From the winds that blow across the wild moor

But the villagers point out the spot

Where the willows weep over the door

Saying there Mary died once the gay village bride

From the winds that blow across the wild moor