Mary Of The Wild Moor Misc. Country and Western
MARY OF THE WILD MOOR It was on a cold windy night And the winds blew across the wild moor As poor Mary came wandering home with her child Till she came to her own fathers door Oh why did I leave this fair spot Where once I was happy and free I am now doomed to roam without friend or a home And no one to take pity on me Oh father dear father she cried Come down and open the door For the child in my arms,it will perish and die By the winds that blow across the wild moor But her father was deaf to her cries Not a sound of her voice did he hear Though the watchdog did howl and the village bell toiled As the winds blew across the wold moor Oh how the old man must have felt When he came to the door the next morn And he found Mary dead but the child still alive Closely clasped in it's dead mothers arms In anger he tore his grey hair And the tears down his cheeks they did pour When he saw on that night,she had perished and died
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