Mary Of The Wild Moor

It was on one cold winter night

When the wind blew across the wild moor

When Mary came wandering home with a child

'Til she came to her own father's door

"Father, dear father", she cried

"Come down and open the door

Or 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 cry

Not a sound of a 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 grasping his dead mother's arms

In grief, the old man passed away

And the child, to his 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 bride

From the wind that blow across the wild moor"