Willie Moore

Willie Moore was a young man, his age twenty-one
And he courted a damsel fair
Oh her eyes were as bright as the diamond after night
And wavy black was her hair

He courted her both night and day
Till on marry they did agree
But when he came to get her parents' consent
They said that it never could be

She threw herself in Willie Moore's arms
As often she'd done before
And little did he think when he left her that night
Sweet Annie, he would see no more

Oh, it was about the tenth of May
The time I remember it well
That very same night sweet Annie disappeared
In a way no tongue can tell

Sweet Annie was loved both far and near
She had friends most all around
And in the little brook before the cottage door
The body of sweet Annie was found

She was taken 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

Her parents now are left alone
One mourns while the other weeps
Beneath the grassy mound their near the cottage door
The body of sweet Annie sleeps

Willie Moore scarcely spoke to his friends, they say
Till at length from them all did part
And his last day was spent near his true lover's
Where he died of a broken heart