Mary Of The Wild Moor

Mary Of The Wild Moor

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It was on one cold and windy nite,
When the wind blow across the wild moor.
When Mary came wandering home with her child,
Till she came to her own fathers door.

Father dear father she cried,
Come down and open the door.
For the child in my arms will perish and die
From 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.
So the watchdog did howl, and the village bells tolled,
And the wind blew across the wild 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 grasped in his dead mothers arms.

In grief the old man passed away,
And the child to its mother went soon.
And no one they say lives there to this day.
And the cottage to ruin has gone.

But the villagers point out the spot,
Where the willows grew over the door.
Saying there Mary died once the gay village pride,
From the wind that blew across the wild moor.

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