Versuri Mary of the Wild Moor

  
Was on one cold winter's night 
And the wind blew across the wild moor 
Poor Mary came wand'ring with a child in her arms 
And she stopped at her own father's door. 
Oh, father, oh father, she cried 
Come down and open the door 
Or this child in my arms, will perish and die 
From the winds that blow across the wild moor. 
 
Oh why did I leave this fair spot 
Where once I was happy and free 
This wide world to roam, with no friends or no home 
And no one to have pity on me. 
 
But the father was deaf to her cry 
Not the sound of her voice, did he hear 
For the watch dogs did howl and the village bells tolled 
And the winds blew across the wild moor. 
 
Oh, how the old man must have felt 
When he opened the door, the next morn' 
And found Mary dead, but the child still alive 
Clasped close in it's dead mother's arms. 
In anguish, he pulled his gray hair 
And the tears, down his cheeks, they did pour 
When he saw how that night, they had perished and died 
 
From the winds that blow across the wild moor. 
The old man, his life, pined away 
And the child, to it's mother, went soon 
And no one they say, lives there to this day 
And the old house, to ruin, has gone. 
 
But the villagers point out the spot 
And the willows droop over the door 
Where poor mary died, once a sweet village bride 
From the winds that blow across the wild moor.