Willie moore

Willie Moore was a king he was scarce
twenty-one
He courted a lady fair
Her eyes were as bright as two diamonds in the night
And raven black was her hair

He courted her both night and day
Till to marry they did agree
But when they came to their parents to consent
They said it could never be
She threw herself in Willie Moore's arms
As oft times she'd done before
And little did he think when he held her that night
Sweet Anne he'd see no more

It was just about the month of May
That night I remember it well
That very same night that her body disappeared
In a way no tongue could tell

Sweet Anne she was known both far and wide
Her friends were all around
And in the little brook before the cottage door
The body of sweet Anne was found

She was taken off by her weeping friends
And carried to her parents' room
And there she was dressed in a shroud of snowy white
And laid in a lonely tomb

Willie Moore never spoke - he took to the road
And from his friends he did part
Last heard of him he was in montreal
Where he died of a broken heart
Willie Moore was a king he was scarce
twenty-one
He courted a lady fair
Her eyes were as bright as two diamonds in the night
And raven black was her hair